Joys abound
My heart still misses a beat
Cheeks burn still
And I smile unknowingly
When I talk about you
Four years and four months
A long journey
Spent lovelorn mostly
Without you
I wish the time to fly away
With you
I count the tranquil hours
That would be gone soon
Days of solitary existence
And the desire of conjugal bliss
One place where we meet often
Is in our dreams.
Monday, December 29, 2008
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1 comment:
so dream often :)
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