Yesterday I was leaving you,
I’m all ached and blue,
Today that I’ve left,
I cry over my love theft,
Tomorrow; I’ll recede as you distant,
I pray you be none but only triumphant,
You become my greatest yet sweetest lost,
As tears diverse of pride and remorse…
Specially for the love of my life,
Jan/Jul 2005
My desertion was not because I could not care less, but because I love so much more…
p/s: it’s not a person, ... and notice the nice vase shape! hehe...
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