I'm sorry that I flinch,
Although your touch would never land a blow...
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...
I’m scared
That my mind is playing tricks on me...
Have you once loved, but now have moved on
That person, no longer in your heart...
Eyes closed.
Hand on my 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...