As years pass by, my passion may grow,
Like a river aiming towards a steep flow;
In a much strange, deep emotional stream;
Than when we, were so young to scream;
This is a story of love, thirty years old affair;
In a standstill, holding at heart as a lovely fair;
Rain shower has never, ever been more plentiful;
   Together in each other's embrace, so beautiful;
the flavor of your body, the feel of your  nature;
A gorgeous flash,  in my recall forever to nurture;
You lived for me, what love seemed like forever,
but I wish you would not have suffered never.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
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