Post by anna on Jan 7, 2007 22:24:16 GMT -6
Another crushing September rakes across my remembering heart.
"You are my love, my passion, my woman and that will never change, " he said.
The Autumn moon brings wave after wave of numbing loneliness.
"I will be with you always, no matter what," he said.
"You know I'll never disappear," he said.
The hopes and dreams of nearly a lifetime lay forgotten and decaying in a cesspool of dark despair.
"I love you with all my heart," he said.
"I will dry your tears," he said.
"I will comfort your fears", he said.
"This is my oath to you," he said.
No lover's gentle kiss, no lover's tender caress, no loving words to stop the tears from gushing like blood from an open wound.
"You are the center of my universe," he said.
"I searched for you so long and I'm not going to lose you now," he said.
"You're never out of my thoughts," he said
"You are the most wonderful woman I've ever met," he said.
No sweet anticipation, no blissful fantasy.
No laughter, no light, no joy, no peace.
Now each day dawns cold, bleak and alone.
Each one its own September.
"AMLA, pretty lady," he said.
"You are my love, my passion, my woman and that will never change, " he said.
The Autumn moon brings wave after wave of numbing loneliness.
"I will be with you always, no matter what," he said.
"You know I'll never disappear," he said.
The hopes and dreams of nearly a lifetime lay forgotten and decaying in a cesspool of dark despair.
"I love you with all my heart," he said.
"I will dry your tears," he said.
"I will comfort your fears", he said.
"This is my oath to you," he said.
No lover's gentle kiss, no lover's tender caress, no loving words to stop the tears from gushing like blood from an open wound.
"You are the center of my universe," he said.
"I searched for you so long and I'm not going to lose you now," he said.
"You're never out of my thoughts," he said
"You are the most wonderful woman I've ever met," he said.
No sweet anticipation, no blissful fantasy.
No laughter, no light, no joy, no peace.
Now each day dawns cold, bleak and alone.
Each one its own September.
"AMLA, pretty lady," he said.
