Saturday, 21 November 2009

Frailty thy name is Woman

How lovely were the times when you were so nice
Fresh as the morning mist and tingling as the Ice
The walks we went through the pine wood forest
Holding your hand , we seldom needed rest
I held you in my arms and looked into your eyes
River of desire I could never fathom in hundred tries
Ever a mystery you remained for me till date
When you left me I could blame no one but Fate

2 Comments:

  1. Amity Me said...
    Good morning Saras;

    this is so sweet...lucky her to have you as her beloved!

    and i love that part 'I held you in my arms and looked into your eyes'....what a mystery, even just the look means so much no words are needed to understand the silent message!

    Have a happy Sunday!
    mia said...
    O, sara, sweet & longing...how i luv this one.

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