When Next We Meet
WHEN NEXT WE MEET
To Love but not to tell is but the worst short coming
Ask me not how I know this
For I know it not from tales but from personal agony
The sleepless nights spent writhing in bed….
As all I thought of were the words to say to thee when next we meet
But how those words would flee my mind when we next met
Leaving me no option but to make haste from thee
Taking solace that next we meet I shall not fail me
But we met again and my courage failed me once more.
Am now looking forward to next we meet…
my courage wont fail me then.
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