Fingers intertwined
Let me call you, mine
Of what's left from the past
Let us buried it all behind
Had I dreamt of days like this
Ones with the tenderest sun
One of the gentlest I can ponder on
Nothing less more's ahead,
You, what I may call
The truly one.
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC
Fingers intertwined
Let me call you, mine
Of what's left from the past
Let us buried it all behind
Had I dreamt of days like this
Ones with the tenderest sun
One of the gentlest I can ponder on
Nothing less more's ahead,
You, what I may call
The truly one.
