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Saturday, January 16, 2010

Her Name

Yes it’s over, but she’s never gone...
Might fallback but I won’t abandon
All traces of her keep me holding on
Righteous love never dies for it reckon

Regretting her is not the solution
All that is left is an unanswered hope
Mark of forgiveness and elucidation
Yet delusional that love never slope

Amity of chances is for us with faith
Remained tranquil in our silent trait
Yesterday’s a past, tomorrow’s a bait
Much happiness for her is what I wait

Memories of her preoccupy my mind
Yearning her sweet smile and hair wind
Render those eyes, breathe my existence
Awe of her shove me into intense eloquence

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