The summer crickets are chirping.
Are they talking or singing?
They are waiting in the bush,
to ask questions about us.
Yesterday, you tenderly told me,
age is the burden of our love.
Unless you can return my heart,
i can never be able to give you up.
You can walk away anytime,
to leave our coupling untied.
Without seeing your smile,
my sweet dream seems diluted.
You read each of my desires,
all my wishes are to love you.
Let the time dispell the curse,
on your pertified heart. |
Submission Name: Pertified Heart
