Sunday, September 25, 2011


Oh what wane the heart dost feel
When you canst be near to me

What depth of love grabs our hearts
Yet the distance sheds its hands

Among men you are mighty and proud
Yet the chains shackle it to the dungeons

Alone we trod, together, apart
Until the day returns our own sun

None can try to fill your shoes
Yet some may wear others in place

Until the time of weeping in love
We go, we stay, we move forward

Our separate paths dost keep the way
As we hope they may cross yet again

Some day… some day…

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