Friday, 12 June 2015



It's the tale of yesterday
It's the story of today
I started out alone , perhaps,
But I have him with me today..

I dozed on his shoulder again,
He slept in my arms.
He made me feel weak in the knees,
I made him strong yet calmed. 

Lilac was the sky, splendid,
the sunrise new, the gleam old
This is his love story ,
and mine retold. 

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