Wednesday, September 26, 2012

autumn

I thought about you.
In the train, at work,
At the park, at dinner,
I thought about you all the time.
But it's like you stop believing,
In what was once you call love,
You make yourself busy,
Climbing, charity, sewing,
Poetry, studying, photography,
But not love, one you've given up.
Give us a chance, for this,
As I pledge myself for you, for
Your brain, your beauty and your spirit.

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