Unclaimed Baggage
Form: Ballad
My destiny lies in dreams of her,
while life is rushing by.
If fate could recall how love can blur
upon a single sigh.
When love's mystery plays my heart,
her kiss is all I need,
yet now love has torn our souls apart
I am alone indeed.
My history, baggage left unclaimed
no lips caress my own
If I should see her smile, inflamed,
my heart shall softly moan
©JezzieG2010
A Garret Poet 
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