Us
Who will take care of me when I am old?Who will hold me when I am alone?
I was walking towards a beautiful unknown,
knowing that there was no turning back.
A wonderful accident, the purest of love,
You speak to me with such profound beauty and you open my eyes to the world,
by giving me the small details, and memories, of the very best!
..The two of us need to come up.
Restless rain on the windowsill.
Need to hold you tighter than before.
need to look into your eyes once more,
With my hand in yours,
let us wait for paradise.
What once was will come again.
Poetry by Che Thomas
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Written on 2010-05-07 at 00:40
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