Oh, to bring back this time last year
such joy and bliss
Holding hands down Chmaps Elysses
young love in Paris
But all young love must turn old
and it gathers dust
The summers heat became winters cold
And froze our lust
And i walk in gloom under christmas lights
Now alone and grim
With a dull ache that grips and blights
every ageing limb
And though much time has now passed
As it ever will
My longing feelings do hold fast
For you haunt me still
Friday, 19 November 2010
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