How terrible is it?
We look at each other
With eyes the same
Yet feeling different!
The longing in your eyes,
That vanished…
Not long ago
They told me a thousand stories!
The melody in your voice
That torments…
Not long ago
They were lullaby to my sleepless nights!
The happiness in your heart
That turned to hatred…
Not long ago
They gave hope to my healing heart!
All the withered flowers I treasure,
But one!
In the pages of my poems,
I yearn for many
But one!
A wish…
For you could look at me once,
In that I could descend,
Searching all the stories
You will never complete
In those stories
we can live…
Singing to the promise we share,
And slumber in trust
Holding hearts
Together an eternity!
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