Excruciating time of toture, as i try to find the cause .
seeking in me any stains to blame for our failures ,yet at the chunning bell of the clock
the rosy petals fell , like a smooth brush kiss on my chicks, the tickle in my tummy
behold your presence, a fragnant of love.
so dear to me ,
you smiled standing there by my very side.
i recall a few days later ,the early hours of dawn when the chunning bell of the clock rang ,and i in childish glee
ran towards the promising bloom of our anticipated dreams ,expecting you in time to depart.
though time passed ,with i in the sentencing silence that marked our very end, i awaited with hope.
though the sun rose with the light exposing our trail of both love and deciet .
Deep with the blame i sank fading further and further away from the sanctuary of our love.
Though in love defeated, here i stand with a new restored courage
knowing what my soul seeks .
knowing that at the chunning bell of the clock, as the rosy petals fall
what my heart desires is love
love, Oh! so infectiously bourne ,
in eyes so luminous with promise.
tis from those i saw my heart
tis truelly her ,one whom i call LOVE !!!!!!! .