In every small way,you made the day.
Life could be wrong and wretched,
or right and beautiful.
I will see it through you.
Tears hot and cold kissed this lovely face.
burned the flesh of my skin.
As like a pressing iron on a lace,
you warmed my heart, by loving me.
Does every lover have to wait this long?
To behold the face of the tenderly-loved?
Was it meant to be or are we illusioned?
by the loop-holes of our lonely world?
It must have cost a thing to speak,
those words only the heart can concieve.
you must have understood.
you must have seen me too.
My Dreams
My dreams are often miles out of reach. It's as though I was never meant to have a dream. It's like my autumn will never see spring....
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