words are words no more
but love itself that dwells
in the heart …
when love is ended
a warm remembrance
echoes more and more
to nudge the mind
which tries hard to forget
all memories of yesterday.
sweet was my silent world
and sweeter when you came,
but now …
words are words no more
but the wine i take
in order to forget,
no, no, not true!
more to remember
the loveliness of your soul.
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