A bashaw speaks of my broken heart
He bawls my easing mind with his auspicious tricks...
The day smiles to my window so happily,
As I sip a cup of fresh milk...
I sit and ponder days gone by
Forgotten feelings, low and high...
Have you once loved, but now have moved on
That person, no longer in your heart...
I promise to love you forever,
And tomorrow? Even more...
There is no telling
what I won't do...
When I talk, are you hearing me now?
You know when we begin to fight...
As we stand here at the start of a new year,
Our love, once thought lost, has been rekindled...
You could search for a lovey-dovey poem,
but not any will be as true as this...
In the reflection of divine light, I stand,
A child of God, created by His hand...
In distant realms where love's elusive gleams,
I search for traces of what once was true...
Look at me.
Pathetic isn't...