Precious
Are the things
All the things,
That one does not have
That one cannot have,
That others take for granted
That others have recanted,
Precious
Is she
Whom I cannot love
And cannot love me,
Precious
Is she
Thief of my heart though
Gladly I'd have surrendered,
At least it can be
Pocket warmer
For her hands,
Precious hands
That will not ever
Cannot ever hold me,
Precious
Is the time
The fleeting time
Away from her
Away from me,
Precious is she
Precious she'll always be
Precious she'll remain
Precious is this pain...
APAD13 - 031 © okpoet
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 3:30 AM UTC
Precious
Are the things
All the things,
That one does not have
That one cannot have,
That others take for granted
That others have recanted,
Precious
Is she
Whom I cannot love
And cannot love me,
Precious
Is she
Thief of my heart though
Gladly I'd have surrendered,
At least it can be
Pocket warmer
For her hands,
Precious hands
That will not ever
Cannot ever hold me,
Precious
Is the time
The fleeting time
Away from her
Away from me,
Precious is she
Precious she'll always be
Precious she'll remain
Precious is this pain...
APAD13 - 031 © okpoet
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