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A Memory From Her Lonesome Past

Author : Kwentista

I wish to walk a road, endless
With you beside me
My hand, to feel the warmth of yours
To move forward,
Leaving behind a trail of roses
With each step

I wish to look at those eyes,
to grasp the meaning of you
To unfathom you, yet again
Drown me once more with those soft browns
Burn me,
and let me be consumed
If only to be with you..

I dream of days
Walking with you hand in hand
Sharing laughter & grief
To cry to you,
To cry with you

I dream of sitting beside you
for a second time
Listening to you singing to me,
Beneath the stars and the crazy moon

I dream....
Of being under the rain
With you
For though the coldness of weather
may be unbearable,
the warmth of your touch,
may easily overthrow all ice

I dream
and
I wait.

Still, I am here
As which I may be a ghost, or your lover
But I am now
Waiting for another glimpse of you
Another embrace,
and one kiss

Though as I always say,
The world might be against me
Or you..
I shall never stop
Whether I be deserving of the front row seat to your life,
Whether I be your confidante,
Or your most faithful shadow
I will remain ceaselessly with you.

I shall forever adore you, my love.
I write in desperation and deep longingness for you
For though men change, my love is still
It is not Time's fool, as once a great poet said
I love thee for love's sake
And not for reason's folly

There is no lie present
with these things that I offer
You cut me,
with every word of defeat
Why is there such fear?
Why is there reason, never to believe?

I am here.
Reward me with a chance
Of another beginning
There is a lot to offer you!
I have a lot to offer you...
I am more than you think I am..
I am so much better than this..

Take my hand, sweetheart
and come away with me
Take a chance, darling
and come away with me


But I could call you with even greater truth..
take my hand, My love.
and come away with me
and ill never stop loving you


About the Author: to walk the landscapes of my life with the rhythm of her writing..


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