Posted in Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

THE RETURN

Before our childhood memories are worst
When i remember the feeling of being lost
Lost if the track of your innermost
And not seeing each other almost.
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I haven’t seen you for so many years
But I’ve never given up the hope that i bear
Coz’ i know God had planned this
And there’s a purpose for this kind of mess.
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I never expected that this time will come
You and me crossed our ways without a plan
Knowing each other more ’til such time
That love blossomed to each others heart.

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