Our tryst in time, a happenstance gone by, Went all so well and sweet, but very swift, My heart, in sorrow did nothing but cry, On rivers of its tears it’s now adrift;
Short were those days, the sun made means to stay, Then Night clamored that sunsets made it wait, That Dawn didn’t wait to turn skies into gray, When glims it saw of new day to create;
Yet, new days meant volumes were just unwrapped From Time’s eternal store of story files, I’ll seek the bookshelves where love stayed entrapped, To mark it special from among the aisles; . . . . That way, to find such chapter once again, . . . . All that we’ll do is tryst right there and then.
♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
Don’t remember when it happened A year ago or a few, But a strange thing has happened And, for me, a very new. It all started with a prologue, As it always does, A prologue very interesting, For the both
You’ve kept my heart’s dynamite aflame You know I can never be the same since your charming kiss did my heart tame. What words can describe your beauty’s fame? No smile can contend with yours’ my dame. It sends sorrow