beloved inamorata

Sometimes, I passed the time of the day with you, But you, silently, slipped inside your home; Somehow my impatient heart, still, got it through, A sweet longing made my thirsty eyes roam; This unrequited love with a token of gratitude, Day and night, sneaking in my soul’s loam; The post is written in responseContinue reading “beloved inamorata”