Would you know me, my Love
And wave your hands at me
Or curve your lips blissfully
If my name chooses to escape
Your memory?
Would you embrace, my Love
A body that has turned to dust
— An image of the past—
Nay, would you return my love
For as long as I last?
For it would mean everything
To have someone like you
Here and everywhere, a companion
Knowing that the sky is pale
So she fills it with hue.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC
Would you know me, my Love
And wave your hands at me
Or curve your lips blissfully
If my name chooses to escape
Your memory?
Would you embrace, my Love
A body that has turned to dust
— An image of the past—
Nay, would you return my love
For as long as I last?
For it would mean everything
To have someone like you
Here and everywhere, a companion
Knowing that the sky is pale
So she fills it with hue.
