Sunday 13 November 2011

Last Hours





Vowed all vows forgotten
Your heart sits strongly against me
Not as your laughter
Chuckled down the clear vale stream
The merest joys are gone waving farewell
My dear, my heart is too deep to heal
As everything is dripping away sadly,
Let me tell what I have to tell-a word of love
Kindly let me shake hands with you,
Not out of jealousy, but to touch your
melting hands
Before shadows hold you back
At least to sow some hopes
And turn back to me at last-
Only to be my illusion and delusion.




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