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Sunday, March 1, 2009

End Lover

The last love
My end lover,
All your ardor
All your passion
Means nothing to me,
You hold me close,
In moments of tenderness
Your lips seek mine,
You press them hard to show your strength;
But they fail to conquer,
I try to give in, I try to surrender.
Each time I fancy I have found you,
My dreams fall shattered.
I find you here, I find you there
Only in parts and bits,
In a glance, in some lips
Or in a pair of caressing hand,
But nowhere were you present
In all your might, in all your self,
A sudden touch on my heart string
And the world was live with music so divine,
It finds it echo here, here in the corner of my heart.

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