The chill hit my eye
and pierced my jersey
I waited for the carriage
on a dark wintry night
The dulcet laughter won't go
nor would the sweet smell of thee
candied whispers reeled in my head
endlessly and in full circles
If I were my consort
I would travel to world's edge
just to see bee-two's back
ambling safely to thy abode
Alas... I tarried!
Lovelorn flutters in a loveless land
loving hopes in a hopeless dream
tender hollers in dead woods
coot sam calling out in vain
God...
Why do I love
Why do I sigh
Why do I expect
Why do I muse
If I could fly like potter
I'd hover in the skies
and dance in the clouds
with angels and birds
And I won't shiver in cold!
samy
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