I Wrote, She Reads

I Wrote, She Reads long poem

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If I can write as many stories as I can,
I would like to dedicate them all to the one I love.
But I’d rather write one that will capture you,
one that will truly inspire you.

If I can select and add a lot of stories I love,
I wish that your story will be full of love.
A story that will make my heart beat,
A story that will last even at the scorching heat.

If stories can tell how much you mean to me,
A lot of things I want you to read and see,
Read it out loud with emotions then tell me how you feel,
Am I good enough to be with you even if it’s not real?

I can feel your feelings,
they go through my veins and my entire being.
If you can make it real, I want you to be with me,
So I can tell, how much your love means to me.

I wish that you’ll stay and read everything I want to say,
Or be tired and go weary day by day,
I may be far away from you each single day,
But I am here with you, no matter what the weather might say.

I hope and pray that you and I will meet,
Knowing me and you on the day our hearts first beat,
So I can feel your warmth and loving embrace,
Or even kiss your lips and whisper the three words, I longed for you to hear and chase!

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Reagan Latumbo

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Singer. Poet Writer.I love singing and singing will always be my stint forever.Just like what I have said above, I am totally a lover of poems.I wrote straight from the heart, from my experience.I am a graduate of Bachelor of Secondary Education major in English in the Philippines.I dreamed of publishing some of my poems I wrote a few years back until now.
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