His Lovely Lovely Face

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Each and every day,
I walk into a room and all I see is,
His lovely, lovely face.

I say hello but he says
All I think about at night is,
His lovely, lovely face.

It makes no sense to me that
I could love him so and all he does is glow at my sorrow.
Yet still with his hatred, all that is there with me is,
His lovely, lovely face.

I call him 10 times an hour and still no reply,
I know that by bedtime all that will be in mind is,
His lovely, lovely face.

Years have passed, yet when I daydream
I still see nothing but,
His lovely, lovely face.

This post was submitted by Anonymous.

Category: Love Poems
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