The Call ---- Your Call
The motive of the plan
mapped in my hand
has brought this man.
An answer to a wish,
a momentary bliss,
has led me to this.
Then, struck by a single call,
which he threw it all,
has led me to THIS fall.
God, help me to dismiss
the mem'ry of the kiss
that has touched these lips.
His last spoken words
that can't be unheard
have made my heart stir.
The promise of a possibility,
now can never be,
has caused me to flee.
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