Silke


I find it most regrettable
That we're so incompatible
But I'd like for you to stay
So that when you sleep
I can take a peek
At your hair and face

And feel some sense of happiness
I thought I'd lost forever
In knowing that I love you
In whatever way

I must stop this poem now
Because I feel I'm crying
It stopped rhyming anyway.


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