Jessel Jane Tevar (December 6,1988 / Philippines)
I love him that never loved me
till love turned to drifting wind in my dream.
I weep for him that never wept for me
till tears became cold snows in my dream.
I write a million words for him that lie -
till words were just a wasted dream...
written only to die.
I loved and failed... wept and fainted;
wrote and wasted; but I'll never die
for him that never lived for me.
Jessel Jane Tevar's Other Poems
- *A LITTLE WHILE ETERNAL
- *For Him
- *Heart, believe me
- *In His Eyes
- *Life or Death
- *My Willing Prey
- *Once INTERLOCKED
- *Silent Confession
- *The Mourners
- *The Wine and Me
- ..to be forever with you never
- 1 John 2: 8
- 2 Nephi 13: 24
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