Monday, November 28, 2011

My Miranda



My Miranda





Where is my sweet precious girl,
The woman of my waking dreams ?
A life time I have known you,
The scent of your love unique.
Come save the anguish of time,
Better spent remembering only you.


What would I learn from this,
Were you not to be a part of me ?


Days, nights, years, seasons go,
And all I long for is you.
Spending the essence of your light,
On canvasses blank to the eye.
For unless you come back to me,
We will never ever know real love...