'Precious'

Feb 19, 2010 11:24

time is fleeting, let it fool you not
the hand you hold so dear vanishes into the great beyond
while the wolf waits silently at your door
a most unwelcome visitor biding his time

no words express the sorrow within your soul
peace a mere memory in your tattered mind
any price to pay not too great for another precious moment
simply one more precious moment...
to say I love you

I love you...

do not squander time
for regret will be your companion
love is precious
memories are made of this

can you hear him?
it is the wolf
he is waiting...

me, poetry, my life

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