How could I forget the glance of thine eyes
When with darted compliments they teased me
Dumb they left me, but now they tender lies
In my memory, setting life to thee.
Category: Poets
From the back, Poetry by Juan Rios
Back it up.
Only, just a moment in solitude.
A moment suspended in time.
A moment.
Back it up.
Not ready for you.
Keep the volume down.
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