by agnatamojacar, Andalusia, Spain
Sep 2011 354 Views 1 comments
Circles of life.
Such a need I have to know
that which cannot possibly be known,
the past joys and sorrows,
pains and pleasures
of my beloved´s life.
the locked doors
and hidden rooms
of his heart
that I can never enter.
I sit outside on the threshold
the drawn circle of my life
yet to be completed.
A little time remains to me
and a degree of hope too
that one day he will
leave the door ajar
and bid me enter
so I may sit beside him
to await the completion
of our life circles together.
that which cannot possibly be known,
the past joys and sorrows,
pains and pleasures
of my beloved´s life.
the locked doors
and hidden rooms
of his heart
that I can never enter.
I sit outside on the threshold
the drawn circle of my life
yet to be completed.
A little time remains to me
and a degree of hope too
that one day he will
leave the door ajar
and bid me enter
so I may sit beside him
to await the completion
of our life circles together.
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Posted: Sep 2011
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