Feb 2020
If we are to part
with stashes of black
My eyes will swell
of sorrows and dread
But though there is distance
my hope is winged
With love and happiness
that we'd be one, again.
with stashes of black
My eyes will swell
of sorrows and dread
But though there is distance
my hope is winged
With love and happiness
that we'd be one, again.
I will always look forward to seeing you.
