Here you are my seemingly bethroved heart, that lies to me... Telling me of unquestionable adoration in a collection of riddles. I stretch out my hand, yet yours slips away.
Strike the match, that threatens the secrets
And the discord begins...
You want the same things I do, You want the secrets revealed.
2.The coming around
After trying questions and patient responses,
You hint at the yearning, You hint at the desire...
You require the same love that I do, You want to share in it.
3.Inclined truths
Drown the spark of the ashened trail,
Leave me to pick up the dust...
You want the same things I do, You want the secrets revealed.
Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-04-08 at 01:57
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The Love Letters Returned
1. ConfusionStrike the match, that threatens the secrets
And the discord begins...
You want the same things I do, You want the secrets revealed.
2.The coming around
After trying questions and patient responses,
You hint at the yearning, You hint at the desire...
You require the same love that I do, You want to share in it.
3.Inclined truths
Drown the spark of the ashened trail,
Leave me to pick up the dust...
You want the same things I do, You want the secrets revealed.
Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
Read 537 times
Written on 2006-04-08 at 01:57
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