When the last deed is done
When the last song is sung
Will you remember me
As the one?
When you all alone
In your bed at night
Longing to feel a gentle touch
Am I the one you will be
Thinking of?
When you are old and gray
And nearing your last days
Will my lips be the ones you miss?
Will you have any regrets?
For my love
I long for you every second of every day
And that, I know, will never change
You are my heart’s desire a never ending fire
That will forever burn within soul
Nothing will ever take that away
Lovely expression of love. A feeling of sad longing ...
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 31, 2011
We never truly know, do we? There are real-life ghosts who visit our lovers which we never know about. We recall those from even our own past from time to time. So, we never truly know, do we?
Interesting and debatable poetry this morning, Candy.
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Interesting and debatable poetry this morning, Candy.