Plato was never so right
Than when he spoke of love
Like this.
Your touch; in only an arm on the shoulder
Your words; the whispers of someone much older
Your goodbye; words of care ‘til tomorrow
Your time; seconds of mysteries I'll borrow
I’m thankful, as I wouldn’t have chosen me
For platonic love such as this.
Jun 22, 2012
Jun 22, 2012 at 8:56 AM UTC
Plato was never so right
Than when he spoke of love
Like this.
Your touch; in only an arm on the shoulder
Your words; the whispers of someone much older
Your goodbye; words of care ‘til tomorrow
Your time; seconds of mysteries I'll borrow
I’m thankful, as I wouldn’t have chosen me
For platonic love such as this.
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