Tuesday, 18 February 2014

Impossible to tell
How things’ve changed;
No more do we watch the moon;
Golden nights vanished so soon.
I love to stay at home,            
Take care of the family, keep it safe –
The perfect wife, loving mother.
I trusted too much,
Hoped far beyond hope,
Had the faith of a mustard seed;
Loved too much,
And he went away
Far from my arms,
So the walls came tumbling down

And my love’s a blown out candle.

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