Fret not my dear,
Do not trust false angels.
They speak of lies.
Such an illness,
I do not hold.
Wipe those tears,
From your eyes.
I will remember all,
Even to the day,
You and I turn cold.
Never to forget your words,
Of love,
Full of softness and joy.
Your everyday kisses,
So tender and memorable.
I recall those days,
When you sang your heart to me.
Our passion,
Under the typhoon rains,
I can never ever omit.
There are no goodbyes,
No matter what unearths.
Do not be afraid,
Fears are for broken hearts.
I promise you,
Nothing in this world,
Cliché as it may sound,
Will ever tear us apart.
Neglect you, I will not,
No stranger shall appear in front of my eyes.
Only a true angel, is what I see,
A recollection that will never die.
Trust me, every memory,
I can easily repeat.
From any morning,
Up to our bed at night in the sheets.
I am alive,
I am at my best,
Let us be happy,
We are blessed.
I remember,
Who you are,
I remember,
Who I am.
It doesn't matter,
If the world is damned.
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Reflections of the Son 2014: Shifting Sands
PoésieThis is YEAR SEVEN of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2014; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 2 bonus poem...
