Like young childrens voice hers is,
so innocent and free.
The sight of her beatiful and fair.
The touch soft and warm,
that reminds me of home,
the place I hold so dear.
- Title: Memories of the Missed
- Artist: Zane Takashi
- Description: This is one of the poems ive written over the past year. The whole thing was written pretty much because I was in a long distance relationship with a girl, and i simply missed her.
- Date: 07/17/2008
- Tags: home