The room was empty
Apart from scattered pages
In a distance, a pantry
Deserted for ages

A country area, a promised place
I know he'll come
We are not parting a race
Or acting like a dumb

Picking up the stained pages
Written in ink his heart's cry
Captivating the words in cages
Some stains yet to dry

Reading each page with tears
As he was battling his aches
For the past so many years
Keeping alive for my sake

Memories of younger days
Flashed through my mind
We went our own ways
Yet my heart longed to find

The paintings on the wall
The stained pages speak
My knees weaken, I began to fall
My emotions started to leak

As my eyes searched for him
The wait is like a thousand years
The day has gone dim
Now grips on my lousy fears

Love poured in flavoured inks
His staring at me without a blink
My heart swells and sinks
I am blushing going all pink

No words to say, just tears of joy
The flame of love engulfing us as prey
His my man, his my lover boy
Our days and years blossomed from gray...


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