Our Love Died Long Ago
I rememberThat night
My paradise
Her singing
Her skin gently pulling
As I pretend
To fall in love
"We live for this"
She said
But love is
Silent and cold
The ghost can dance and cry
On the rain cloud
Beside mine
Our Love Died Long Ago
I rememberThe true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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