How long the gentle days take to pass.
Each moment we live, seems to last.
Seconds tick by, each a moment to the past.
The moments are long since we last eloquent wrote.
Wrote the words of two lonely hearts.
How simple the words, written so longingly,
only to tug at the strings of the heart.
Silly are we;
The dancers of love,
Frolicking in fields of far affections.
Lost on paths so distantly spread.
Pleading children of The Lady Fate.
Look to the date,
Oh lonely affectionate children,
When the roads shall converge on hills of wild flowers.
Let Lady Fate not be cruelly teasing,
But let her devoted children glimpse their hearts,
and grant them their quiet wishes.
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