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.♥
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
She was a traveling soul. The galaxy resting above her nose. I’d sit & stare. Wondering where the stars would go next. Both young & in love I let go. Tracing together swirls of color. The planets all together aligned.