My true love life.
My True Love is like honey in a bottle that will always be sealed and kept in a deep part of my heart.
The honey is her love.
In my soul is her love that is and will forever be apart of me.
When she sheds her tears of sorrow, I feel like I am living in the rain. Tears are like rain drops falling on a coludy day.
It is only I who can make her feel comfort in her dreadful days.
And it is the lively deepth with in me that she doth fail to see. Our love is a relationship which may one day fail to be.
And that is why she cries knowing one day we must die.
Our love will stay the same let I die. My true love will stop to follow along by my side.
It is for this, I try to savor life and between you and I, that life is her.
Walking towards the end that slowly does emerge.
My cries are not the lies, of my true love but our my own. Only knowing I will die alone. And this is why I hide my true love deep inside, my souls cring home.
2007-10-11
14:48:12
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