leaving is not going home,
the steps that turning back is forgiving
the lasting sorry of joy,
perhaps the setting
of the smooth face swollen the tears,
where gnashing
of the teeth squabble
the memories that lenses the past
of a sweet hello
dew on the moment
of hope and find the lasting heart of
before and say that
those pieces comes in the most astonishing
love of romance catches
the fume of loving
me through out this beginning of today,
find the only hope of someone
like you dear goodbye, and I’ll be the
honey of the desert you long
be then the squeeze of the sand
and I’ll be the droplets of the passionate heart
you wait my Love…..
