I thank you, dear, for whatever you gave,
Company, love and your sweet memories.
Why for anything else I should yet crave?
Have not to me afforded pleasure these?
The time we spent together fleeted quick,
I just did not know that its end was near.
A nagging feeling does today me prick,
When in my heart this one thing is now clear:
I was either mistaken in my thought,
Or maybe you had some hidden desire,
That you were somehow compelled to resort
To extinguish the jointly kindled fire.
No, my love, I do not have a complaint.
It’s just the canvass of love has a taint.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.08 seconds at 2:00pm on Nov 25, 2024 via server WEBX2.