these pages of book
will always remind me of spring
and the day that you weren't there
to see me write i love you
in the margin of
the storm (2)
i knew then what (3)
i know now
1. this poem is dedicated to t.s. eliot
2. "So the storm passed and every one was happy."
3. what they say about love is true. it steers a course all of its own. weaving, diving, soaring until one day it lands right in front of you. staring you in the eyes. and the only thing you can do is pray to God that in that moment you are able to capture it. take it by the hand. if not, you'll live every day like me. hoping to get just one more chance.
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