on wishing you were neruda.
were someone to ask you
what you missed most
your thoughts would always
turn to her,
peering at you from over
a book of neruda,
eyes begging you
to give her
kind of love
she read about
in his poems
were someone to ask you
what you missed most
your thoughts would always
turn to her,
peering at you from over
a book of neruda,
eyes begging you
to give her
kind of love
she read about
in his poems
❤️❤️❤️
Ahhhh, yes! So very lovely!
I love this!