Secret Get Away

Now it looks like a cold lonely place.

Oh how I long to see your face.

Come near to me my dear.

I don’t ever want to instill any fear.

Holding your hand is something I miss.

I distinctly remember our long good night kiss.

This bench was our secret get away.

The tranquility was one reason to stay.

Our emotions for each other couldn’t be measured.

The memories are most definitely treasured.

The blanket of snow may melt

but nothing can take away what we felt.

Deep spiritual love is graced upon so few.

Why does everything remind me of you?

Art provided by Ghazi Riman

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