A
new year has come aghast
Three
weeks of holidays have now passed.
Time
seemed to have increased your Courage
But
then you have filled me with more rage.
Thunderstorms
shattered the flowers and blooms of Hope
I
decided to climb up the exit rope.
The
Ball is drawing neear
And
all that I wish and want to hear
Is
that you will come and be at my side
And
that that night we shall be each other’s pride.
Inside
I hope you will make for me Time
As
so far, you have been to me near to sublime.
Let
the ball be the night
When
our, your feelings come to light.
So
my heart demands.
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