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My Dear:
I once saw my home in the streets of your palm,my destiny in the smiles of your promises,and my shelter in the shadows of your eyes. I treasurd all your wispers under my pillow,your fragrance in my breaths,and your name in my ears.Your face still lightens up the sky in the night,your voice still rhynes the rain fall,and your hair still soften the wind.
The sun always rose from the sparkle of your eyes.
And then,time flew you away into someone else's world.That sun vanished and ever since I haven't seen a sunrise.
Life is speeding me and I am aging. Daya keep climbing the mountain of years.Moon disguises its face in the clouds and the night refuses to bring sleep onto my pillow. I fight your memories and defeat myself.The pain-waves of your absence storm through my stale heart and leave it in a misery.
My face has lived with me for ten cold winters,now I want to feel the warmth of your face.Bring the sunshine of your eyes to me.Meet me while the sun sets this Sunday at the river bridge,My eyes will be measuring the pssage until you come.
Yours
I once saw my home in the streets of your palm,my destiny in the smiles of your promises,and my shelter in the shadows of your eyes. I treasurd all your wispers under my pillow,your fragrance in my breaths,and your name in my ears.Your face still lightens up the sky in the night,your voice still rhynes the rain fall,and your hair still soften the wind.
The sun always rose from the sparkle of your eyes.
And then,time flew you away into someone else's world.That sun vanished and ever since I haven't seen a sunrise.
Life is speeding me and I am aging. Daya keep climbing the mountain of years.Moon disguises its face in the clouds and the night refuses to bring sleep onto my pillow. I fight your memories and defeat myself.The pain-waves of your absence storm through my stale heart and leave it in a misery.
My face has lived with me for ten cold winters,now I want to feel the warmth of your face.Bring the sunshine of your eyes to me.Meet me while the sun sets this Sunday at the river bridge,My eyes will be measuring the pssage until you come.
Yours
