Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Complication

You said;
True love never did run smooth
Perhaps,
True love never did have to be together

Like a happy feast that must end
And left us with only fond memories

Like the bliss of summer
That must end when the chill of autumn comes

Like the beauty of sunset
That must end when the sun goes under the horizon

I wish you happiness
Although your happiness doesn’t belong to me

for a good friend..

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