The Unfinished Poem, by Convalescence Subscribe to rss feed for <font color=#FFFFFF>Convalescence</font>

"He loves me, He loves me not."
That was always as far as I got.
He doesn't love me 
for who I'm not.

He'll always love me
and I'll never see.
I am so blind,
but then, so is he.

At our wedding
I now wear a ring.
I guess I found
what I couldn't see.

We've set free 
who we'll be.
The story goes on 
for him and me.

This is today,
it won't fade away...
Moving on.
Posted: 2010-05-20 12:44:48 UTC

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