When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me, Hide me Inside you,
To long-ago rooms, I found you,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gathering of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,


English Poem by Jessica Patel : 111156618

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