The poem spoke to me because the hardest part for me in my jorney here is letting go. I put a copy on my fridge so I can read it whenever I want. H said he read it and he liked it.
A poem by me would go something like this
Roses are red Grass is green You have the nicest eyes I have ever seen.
Not too original I'm afraid
Jen
Jen *The more anger towards the past you carry in your heart, the less capable you are of loving in the present*
