Repeat My History

As Your Hand,
Slips Into Myne,
As I Stare,
Im In A Gaze,

As The Clouds,
Gently Colide,
And The Smoke,
Becomes A Fade,

As Our Worlds,
They Both Meet,
And Myne Wants To Live With Yours,
Yet It Knows I Cannot Wait,

As We,
We Become One,
And Our Soul,
Becomes A Gift

Reviews

[Jersey]

I like how the poem is set up, something about it is just really interesting to me. Question is the myne, obiviously suppose to be like that any reason or just for effect? Overall the piece is great I don't think I could dislike it or say anything bad about it if I tried.