End is a myth, for that I believe
In a journey that prevails till the soul departs
From the body of flesh and blood. And then it reave
My being from a thousand dream; the rage starts,
To be or not be!
One last time, before destiny drifts us apart
My love, let us walk down the same way, from where did we start.
On a sunny summer morning, amidst the crowd
When you came to me to unveil the shroud.
Eyes were glued to my smiling face
You looked away gently, I might catch you in case
While staring at me, caressing my being.
My Lord, that day or any other with him
Can't be faded, nor can ever be dim.
One last time, let me cherish all that I had
With a spark in eyes and mind being glad;
Which were once all mine, can I never hold them back?
That morning of winter, with pretty little paws
Entered our lives with a brush in hand and all that it draws
Are mere patches of our way so far
With a dash of red, alarming the scar.
We are left with the time bestowed upon
Us to relive all for once, may be there ain't a morning so dear
Crowned with love, burdened with fear.
One last time, before the fate pulls us apart
Let the world embrace us, time be at halt
For my darling, we won't be clutching the hands,
Mourning the pain; happy we will be, as tall we stand.
In the fraction of moment I will be yours and you will be mine
Forgetting all odds, let's fall in love, One last time!
In a journey that prevails till the soul departs
From the body of flesh and blood. And then it reave
My being from a thousand dream; the rage starts,
To be or not be!
One last time, before destiny drifts us apart
My love, let us walk down the same way, from where did we start.
On a sunny summer morning, amidst the crowd
When you came to me to unveil the shroud.
Eyes were glued to my smiling face
You looked away gently, I might catch you in case
While staring at me, caressing my being.
My Lord, that day or any other with him
Can't be faded, nor can ever be dim.
One last time, let me cherish all that I had
With a spark in eyes and mind being glad;
Which were once all mine, can I never hold them back?
That morning of winter, with pretty little paws
Entered our lives with a brush in hand and all that it draws
Are mere patches of our way so far
With a dash of red, alarming the scar.
We are left with the time bestowed upon
Us to relive all for once, may be there ain't a morning so dear
Crowned with love, burdened with fear.
One last time, before the fate pulls us apart
Let the world embrace us, time be at halt
For my darling, we won't be clutching the hands,
Mourning the pain; happy we will be, as tall we stand.
In the fraction of moment I will be yours and you will be mine
Forgetting all odds, let's fall in love, One last time!
It's like The Last Ride Together... Your poetry has reminded me Browning..
ReplyDeleteThat's a classic one. Thank you ^_^
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