Helpless - Mia
His eyes, his hair, his sweet smile
Ever so gentle in the way that he speaks
Love overwhelms her very being, and so
Passionately she yields his name
Late at night she dreams of him, and
Every morning she misses him so
She'll never tell him how she feels, for
Sorrow claims her lonely heart
Aug 27, 2021
Message in an Acrostic 2 Poetry Contest
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