Forgotten Love
I feel or does it truly exist to be
Just to breath, a desert journey in plains
Dead as the weed growth earth's thirst
Wanting to flourish under burning sun
Perseverance to survival, concept has change
I've found myself alone not knowing life
Not of life my steps be but spiritually lead
Forgotten love, buried among the ruins
Try to remember its touch, presence I feel
In my depths kindness, be it my heart
Or soul scream for scent of pleasures identity
Days been long in darkness without sunlight gleam
Distance glimpse a far my eyes chase a mist
Mythic breath to what it be that which breathe
What is it that loves, me or emotion of organ
Soft whispers I hear as if the wind talk
Cries I love from a tear's run down
Filled pain, joy, sometimes just lingering there
Dimming the lights as if nobody's home
Who am I if not love itself I perfect
But that I love another as he has love us
Is not beauty of life obscure from the mind
Or forgotten love we lost somewhere along the way
What is it that makes me love, that makes me tick
But that you love me, accepting what I am
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