My sighs settle around her shoulders as she walks by
She holds my memory in the curve of her smile
Oh, to gather those lips for just one more kiss
And linger there a while
Lured once again by loves austere curse
The whispers of true love go faintly ever so
Oh, how strange and changeful life is
To the unlucky love will never know
I don't think that Yeats or Keats, or Dick Cheney could have said it better.
ReplyDeleteHAHA! Dick Cheney scares me.....
ReplyDeleteYour words really speak to me... I can really identify with your thoughts. Do you think we will ever figure out how to win this game??
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