We never had
a past
No yesterdays
to hold on to
No loving
memories to cling on to
Nothing to
show……
For a love
that began so long ago………
We will never
have a future
No tomorrows
to look forward to
No dreams to
come true
Nothing to
hope……
For a love
that will never die ……..
All I have
are some moments
Stolen from
the present …….
Precious and
treasured, for their rarity
…... A few
moments of hearing your voice
……A few
moments of seeing your face
Creating
memories……
For a love
that asks for nothing more…….
Yet the
thought that you love me
Gives me the
strength to move on
Without
dreams, without hopes,
Without any
expectations…..
For a love
that will last all my life……
1 comment:
Stolen from the present …….And the present too is like a straight line, without width. And past is gone and future is yet to arrive. So we say that world is Maya, and through it we hope to reach the real reality. Good Poem.
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