At 24, you are a human resources supervisor,
A psychology graduate and a very good writer;
So young and beautiful, so brilliant and smart,
Can I ask for more when you said you love me?
I have to let it out, yes, the passions I feel for you,
Why do I have to hide the fact that I care for you;
Why do I have to conceal the reality between us?
I am discernibly proud that you are mine, cillygirl…
You’re at the conference that means you aren’t online,
You’re not around and I miss you a whole lot more;
Cielo, honey , you don’t how much you mean to me,
You brighten my world with your sweet loving ways.
I Love You, Sweetheart…
-SALLIE,the PoeticJournalist Toronto/071704
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