It is late now
It is late now, too lateTo beg of you a kiss.
You've chosen someone else
For pleasures such as this.
Each summer when we met
I always meant to say
How I felt, but somehow
The days just slipped away.
I guess I always knew
What made me hesitate.
I curse that weakness now
Though it is late, too late.
Poetry by Maglor
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Written on 2005-05-25 at 13:41
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