I often wish that you would see
A hurtful heartbreak when I see
A hand you hold, a warm embrace,
A hand not mine, a girl not me.
That promenade a tragedy,
A hateful story to erase.
I often hope that someday I
Could have a day so tarried by
Moment to moment, heart to heart,
A day of pleasure, you and I,
A fateful fantasy I cry,
You and I and never apart.
Musicophilia
Picture taken from the wall of The Mind Museum at BGC. The blog name "Poetophilia" was inspired by Oliver Sacks' book Musicophilia.
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