Tuesday, August 21, 2012

A dream I have to give up


I also want to walk in the aisle...

in white dress
shining beaded bodice
like how the stars shine in the darkest moment
in exquisite drape of patience and understanding...

I also want to walk in the aisle...

approach the dark wooden open doors
hear the sweet music plays
see happy faces before me
and the face of the man who I will see
each waking day of my life...

I dreamed of the moment
that someone will hold my hands
in times of joy and sorrow
connected and timeless...

















For so long I hold on
to the white rose I've asked
it arrived with good promises
But dried too fast...


Now to what hope should I hold on...
If the white rose already went dry...
With no promises to keep...
with no hope to keep...






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