Confession An Aftermath
You spoke my name as no other,
each syllable tumbling from your lips.
In a prelude with a reference of love,
with such a loving attitude.
You say you love me but will you
ever forget this confession?
I put up a fight not allowing
my soul to be touched.
With the stride of a gazelle
hind's feet I fled to the high
places.
Is my heart deceiving me though?
I left you on the low foothills path.
A beauty starts to blossom
your footprints are engraved on
my heart.
Awakening of your love confession
an aftermath.
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