...we'd still get wed...

...In fairness, I too often hopped too much
Yet, you could return one day, again
I build this belief that echoed as such
While I learnt to smile to pain...

When you didn’t at all at least show up
I slowed my hopes a gear
Of heavens a joyful image I got
In your eyes I saw no fear

I tell myself – in your present life
That no tears probe you to shed
If your love, my lover, remains intact
When I die we’d still get wed…


Përparim 2013
 

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