Be mine


Last hours of the last day,

I smile, I cry, I pray,

Sometimes it is easy to feel

Than it is to say.


A long time passed

Many moments rushed

We waited too long

To walk where we belong


With every minute passing,

Every second flying,

Distances are widening

Dreams are shattering


Pain is growing within

Your silence is now a sin

Speak it out, three words divine

Make me yours and you be mine 

The End

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