Treasure Island

george albot


Is It Time Now


I will never forget the comfort
Of your back as we lay together

Will we, get the time
For are closeness again
It’s such a long time between
Morning and night

This love that we have
Will never be replace
By memories
The first kiss,
Will always be felt
Are times together cannot
Be removed or erased

Will it only be your shadows
That I’ll see in bed

You will be the last name I say
When my time is over
And shall I go softly with known regrets
When the night becomes my last day

If I have lost you this time
I will know that I was truly loved
And I am so sorry for your; pane’’

I will never stop loving you

Submitted: Monday, June 17, 2013
Edited: Monday, June 17, 2013
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