Whatever your heart may say,
I will accept. For i do not wish to pray,
Nor plee in vain for thy love,
Nor search again for the dove.
Believe my words, I will not cry.
I may just lose one breath, one sigh.
Be it true, the word you speak,
It might just leave me a drop too weak.
Fear not my sweet, I am not gone.
Nor leave your side; A promise was done.
The beginning of the end, a whisper drawn...
Please, halt the hope, until the dawn.
And so i live to greet another sun,
To see it shine, with a beloved one...
I still but wonder, as I close my eyes,
Had it been true, for how long have I felt
The suspended demise...
marți, ianuarie 20, 2009
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