You cling to my memory
like grapes as to its vine
Chiming its sweet melody
time after passing time
Filled with bittersweet dreams
so poignantly true
As mist and dew meets
a day’s morning hue
A helpless prey trapped
in amour’s lure
Intoxicated with a venom
without a cure
Teardrops fall like rain
on a barren plain
To shower dear heart with hope
Be it in vain
Every leaf may fall
The last petal will wither
This enduring passion
will bloom without falter
Just as a river rush
home into the sea
A love will be with you
No need for a plea
Written by the Author in January of 2002
©Naneth Ang 2019, All Rights Reserved
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