A Love story I write
A Story about the one I love
But left this world in the midst of disaster
So with this quill and ink
I write
About you
Your beautiful grey eyes,
That looks as if they’re reading your soul
That alluring smile
That melts the coldest heart of ice
Your warm heart that reached out to those in need
Those soft supple hands that caress my face
I remember those happy days we spent
Now, my ink running low,
I write the last few lines I could
As I hold this memento of us in my shrivelled hands
I write
I Love you.
Wait for me my Love as I’m coming to you .
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