Relationship Poem by Cyclopseven R
Relationship
In my absence that makes time tender
The heart grows fonder.
In my presence that makes time solid
The heart is cut asunder.
Is this my fault?
Perhaps it is not.
Is this your fault?
Perhaps it is not.
Is this our fault?
Perhaps it is not.
Is this God’s fault?
Perhaps it is.
What mystery does this relationship holds?
Ages and till now it remains untold.
(06062011)
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