Do nоt take me for granted,
Fight to earn my each second
Or else list me as “Wanted”
’Cause I’ll no longer be present.
Remember our shared minutes
As if seen through a crystal.
My patience has reached its limit –
There’s no need to be wistful.
For my love – it is precious...
So don’t take me for granted,
Or else yearn for my kisses
And pronounce me as “Wanted”.
Wanted
© Copyright: Алена Летняя, 2018
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How about such a variant in the last line - Don't let love be wasted?
It's only a suggestion. In my opinion the poem is lovely.
With best wishes,
Ирина Борунова-Кукушкина 11.01.2019 10:11 • Заявить о нарушении
It's only a suggestion. In my opinion the poem is lovely.
With best wishes,
Ирина Борунова-Кукушкина 11.01.2019 10:11 • Заявить о нарушении
Thanks, Irina, I will think about your suggestion, but most likely leave it the way it’s originally written (no offense!)
Алена Летняя 19.01.2019 08:20 Заявить о нарушении
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