SeedsA Poem by Lena
I’ve read about love in so many books,
So why can’t I experience it, feel that it’s true? Hold someone’s hand, Look into their eyes, I don’t know what’s love, but it might feel nice. To be loved by a writer is a blessing from the sky, Maybe that’s why with me you’ll never die. I’ll embroider your name in all of my poems, So that way you’ll never leave me alone. This feeling slowly growing like a seed, Maybe it’s small but I tell you it’s real. It needs some affection, some time and some warmth And I think it’ll be something real close to love. © 2025 LenaFeatured Review
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