Thinking about the Hacienda
The good times I remember,
I still hear the Church bells ringing
And mused by the people singing
Perhaps love does last forever
Even when relationships sever,
For this burning sensation inside
Are feelings I can’t hide
Your star is still shining
You are the Sun in my every morning,
The red rose is my passion
And the white is my compassion!
Physically, we are that broken stick
But in spirit, we remain betwixt,
And even though we fell
You’ll always be my bezel!
© Sheriff G Ali 2011
No comments:
Post a Comment