the faces of the dead wrapped within the folds of their burial shrouds no more to laugh or cry or bless, lips silent as their grave. All too soon death has dealt its blows upon innocence, a lost generation to war and hate, another grief to bear, this Human Race.
It was only you, My love at first sight. My heart became a canvas, Where I splashed colours of endurance, And when at last you accepted me, With your soft lips on mine, Waiting for you was worth every single moment. 16/1/2024