S.O.
Grey ashes...Passion's out...Fire's dead...
I wish I had a fate a bit more soften...
Of me, you think more seldom, dear friend,
But I - quite the reverse - do think more often
The proverb says, love cannot be compelled
Forgive, forget...are things that I would want
But heart and soul are in bonds...like spelled...
I love...I DO! as much as you do not
6.09.2010
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