Monday, January 23, 2006

Love That Leave and Wait

The day of sadness is very near.
Seeing me leaving is very rare.
When the day comes it may be tears.
Seeing me leaving with no fear.

Hoping to see your face in the dark of night.
I dreamt of you in the light.
Making the illusion so bright.
That makes me blind in sight.

Before I walk away.
There are words I want to say.
Hoping you would stay.
Waiting for me, I hope you may.

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