Sunday, 21 December 2014
Your jet black hair
I dreamed of you last night
Of your long jet black hair
That you tossed without a care
And the depth of your dark eyes
Which you knew I was aware
In Christmas party's lustful sighs
Just where have you gone?
Why in my dreams do you I see?
From...Oh so very long ago
Those years have passed us now
When we said those last goodbyes
You just left, just why? just why?
Now that I am old and grey
Would you know me from those days
Of gentle kisses and much more
The thrill of planning the evermore
That all came to a stop so sudden
These memories now are a burden
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