A poem #53 – Loving, for you, was dreaming

It is with regret that I reflect upon
those three words I said to you,
for emptiness filled my veins and soul
that they did not ring true.

It seems you desired to be loved,
but had no notion of its meaning.
In vacant throws, your small heart glowed
as if loving, for you, was dreaming.

JP Collins

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