Forbidden Love
© Wandering carabao
I just like to play with words
Tick….tock….tick….tock
Each passing beat I hear the clock
Time stands still for you’re not near
I wish for my beloved that you are here
My aching heart being torn to pieces
Little cuts I feel it never ceases
Like Daphne and Apollo of long ago
Fates again been cruel it does seem so
Grains of sand may trickle by the hour
I will wait for you my one true flower
In time we’ll meet not bounded by time
Oh my cup of coffee, you are worth every dime!
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