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By Ali Date: 2001 Jul 06 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.06.18.04.23435]] |
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He can't be sure There are no promises, no guarentees And he will never know for certain, unless he tries Sitting, sitting in his silence, he thinks, he ponders He decides And, yes, love is the answer... He sees that he did her wrong, and he must go back and try He's got to try to make amends, and love her, wholeheartedly For he loves her so, so much He just didn't realize it, until now Only with her, does he feel whole Only in her eyes, does he finds his peace Instead of this bitterness that he has known While absent from her life... He misses her touch And the way she laughs at his jokes She always makes him feel...alive After having felt dead for so long She gives him wings, and flies his spirit high She thinks him her 'Prince Charming' And he misses their fairy-tale love (Fractured and twisted, as it may be) But, will she forgive him? He does not know... Bending his knees', the atheist prays Once again And when he's done, smiles For he has found all kinds of faith Faith in himself (Which has long been absent, misplaced, forgotten) And faith in their love... So, he will journey back, now Seeking yesterday's love, and yesterday's comfort Taking the thousand mile drive, as it comes, mile by mile Hoping, hoping, hoping that she will be there When he comes to call... |