May 17th, Always May 17, 2018imalexnow poetry, Uncategorized Tags: anniversary, happy, love, lovepoem, poem, poetry, relationship, scribbles, sun, writing I say I’m good with words, but my words will never be able to paint the endless warmth You bring into my small heart. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related