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.♥
That one day you and me walking together accompanying Empty wet road, tree canopy Raining flowers, kissing wind Humming souls of vestal love reveals up, Fell in love with your magical talks and top notch character Even sun seems stygian