Fabrice Wonga

As We Part

As we part, my heart aches: it still loves your name.

As we part, my soul weeps: it still loves you the same.

As we part, my lips long for your lips…and yet, still, there is no change.

As we part, snows of sorrow gush out ceaselessly from my spirit: the spirit that loved like no other...the spirit that loved you.

As we part, I ponder upon question, after question:

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