Take me again on a rendezvous
to the secret place
ours
On the mountain peaks so serene
you come to me
mystically
Surrounded by majesty on three sides
a glimpse of sea and sky
before us
No one else has been there I hope
no, no one else
but us
You are magical, everything you do
your ever-present spirit
fills me
I want you to stay forever and a day
and you always have to
leave
But your spirit stays with me when you do
until we meet again
me and you
Sometimes I wish you were my reality
and other times well,
I don't
Sometimes I wish you would set me free
from thoughts of you
forever
To live in the present of my world
and not too much in my head
to be me
Whatever happens, I’m ever grateful
for your presence
always.
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Naomi George
I'm an introvert who embraces the power of words, and needed an outlet to have a voice. I am delighted to be part of this platform and hope I create a positive impact on those who dare enter my mind. Thank you for reading, be blessed.
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