My Second Falling
Excruciating time of toture, as i try
to find the cause .
seeking in me any stains to blame
for our failures ,yet at the chunning
bell of the clock
the rosy petals fell , like a smooth
brush kiss on my chicks, the tickle in
my tummy
behold your presence, a fragnant of
love.
so dear to me ,
you smiled standing there by my
very side.
i recall a few days later ,the early
hours of dawn when the chunning
bell of the clock rang ,and i in
childish glee
ran towards the promising bloom of
our anticipated dreams ,expecting
you in time to depart.
though time passed ,with i in the
sentencing silence that marked our
very end, i awaited with hope.
though the sun rose with the light
exposing our trail of both love and
deciet .
Deep with the blame i sank fading
further and further away from the
sanctuary of our love.
Though in love defeated, here i
stand with a new restored courage
knowing what my soul seeks .
knowing that at the chunning bell of
the clock, as the rosy petals fall
what my heart desires is love
love, Oh! so infectiously bourne ,
in eyes so luminous with promise.
tis from those i saw my heart
tis truelly her ,one whom i call LOVE
!!!!!!! .
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