Your mellifluous tone, honey drips from your tongue,
Like silk, promises slip from your mouth
Your affection ephemeral, ended before its begun
Polar opposites, my north to your south
Joy lost from love with such brevity
Sweetened words with no heart or hope
With realisation comes clarity
And a new inner strength to live and to cope
Saturday, 25 October 2008
Thursday, 23 October 2008
Lost
Your hand lays upon my face
A memory so hard to replace
The forgotten promise of feather touch
When you promised me so much
Affection fades from gold to grey
Your whispers in my ear stay
Ghost of your caress lingers
Upon my lips and fingers
A vast abyss of absent love
Torn from the present, sent above
A memory so hard to replace
The forgotten promise of feather touch
When you promised me so much
Affection fades from gold to grey
Your whispers in my ear stay
Ghost of your caress lingers
Upon my lips and fingers
A vast abyss of absent love
Torn from the present, sent above
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