Agastache

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Thursday, February 08, 2007

Unspoken Words














That night was intolerably cold,
So as his broken voice...he tried to hold,

"No one to blame but us..." he said,
"The word FRIENDSHIP, we both misread..."

"Yes, we let the time slipped away for both of us..." to him I said,
"It too late now...please, let us embrace what is ahead instead..."

That night was invetably end of "friendship",
...one last goodbye to someone whom I loved and worshiped...

"I wished she was you..." he cried,
"...you would be a lovely bride..."

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