When everything is fair,
When it is love,
What distance, what pretences?
Nothing lasts for long,
Scorn and chide,
Mock me and I;
I will smile in merry gestures,
With smiles that ere to touch thy lips,
Gently…softly…silent and tender…
And as birds migrate for warmth in the cold,
They bring to me, thy love that I long,
And as they depart, I send mine in regards,
For I know that thy long for my presence too…
4 comments:
Damsel says she's uncertain...
Why damsel? :-( What causes uncertainity? :-(
poems sometimes revel life secrets.
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