Why did I meet you? Was this meant to be or was this simply by choice? I tremble within when you call my name, when

Poetry, Opinion, Politics
Why did I meet you? Was this meant to be or was this simply by choice? I tremble within when you call my name, when
It seemed like yesterday when we stood holding hands. With loving and trembling hearts to be lawfully weds We had our share of laughter and
You are an illusion. Nothing but illusion. Ignite each cell inside of me; A single thought about you – like music Soothes my soul as
This poem was written in 2005.