The Last Goodbye

The Last Goodbye short poem

Just one more time, to myself let me lie,
Just one last time, let’s dream eye to eye,
One last time, let’s feel the way we felt,
Just one last time, let the heart do the talking, things which words can’t defy,
One last time, let’s free our mind, amongst the clouds of passion let it fly
Just one more time, before you say goodbye
Let one more time, the sky turn red and my heart starts singing again
Let’s, one more time swim in the ocean of romance
Let one more time it rain
Just one last time, let me smile, even when my emotions bleed with pain
Just one last time let me reminisce,
Memories we built, as now they pinch,
One last time, let us hold together staring at the dark blue sky
Just one more time, let’s feel as if all is new
One last time let me LOVE you.

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Preeti
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Wonderful feelings of love, longing and passion portrayed here…touched my heart:)

Celestina
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Indeed a heart touching poem 🙂

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