The love of my life
So much memories
Shared youth and history
Hope of shared future arises
Once we were youths
Rendezvous were our game
You looked at me saying yesterdays
Present shaped by past
I sighed choking on words
Could never lie to you
Could you see the soul beneath all
I'm all hearts and no daggers
I'll rather strike myself all the blows
Can history make the future
I don't know
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Dusk to Dawn
RomanceNarrative poetry of a bitter sweet romance - much is said in little. Some people's love started sweet Some people's love started tough Some love turns into a fairytale Some love turns into a lesson learnt ~Better to have loved and lost~ Enjoy thi...
