Monday, 26 September 2011

Don't you know?

I know you are there. 

I know you lie just behind that veil. 

Sometimes your perfume would waft on a cool breeze and pull my lips into a lazy smile.

Sometimes your scent would overwhelm me and wash my cheeks with tears.

You are young and strong, good and fierce. 

I am old and wise, patient and intense.

You are me but more advanced, more powerful.

I am you but more subdued, more present.

Where, oh where, have you been all this time?

Don't you know that I love you already?

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