There's so much to say
But I don't have the time
Of how this pain is going away
Gonna have to rhyme
It's that little touches
Little run of the fingers
Small kisses, faint whispers
Sweet nothings run endless
A twinkle in the eyes
Melting laughters
The moans, the sighs
A union of strangers
In the end, there's no goodbye
No painful morning-after
Thank you, passer-by
For the sweet surrender
=TheUnintended=
18 November 2010
