Touch me with your heart, my love,
as we once did so very long ago.
Let the tip-tap of nostalgia dangle
perceptions of what once were.
I desisted from being content
when you mentioned it was over.
The day I moved my treasures out
was a day linked in melancholy.
Oh my lover, oh my forgiven wife,
trip your way back over here.
Remember the slurping grasping
that so occupied our time.
Touch me with your heart, my love,
come back from the new that you are.
Let me stroke your inner vision
to see me again as your special one.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
Touch me with your heart, my love,
as we once did so very long ago.
Let the tip-tap of nostalgia dangle
perceptions of what once were.
I desisted from being content
when you mentioned it was over.
The day I moved my treasures out
was a day linked in melancholy.
Oh my lover, oh my forgiven wife,
trip your way back over here.
Remember the slurping grasping
that so occupied our time.
Touch me with your heart, my love,
come back from the new that you are.
Let me stroke your inner vision
to see me again as your special one.
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