How to name it
Every time the word 'bye' passes your lips,
Every time a tryst with you comes to an end,
I seek to be lifted in your arms,
So I may forget the world of pain,
And see all beauty in it all over again.

But no, that won't happen, not in this life,
For my years of innocence have come to pass,
Or so say the civilized.
Hence I am , thus content,
with your tone, and your breath.

A touch of your magic love,
Shall bite and heal many,
Of which a few shall know,
The angel which you are,
And fewer, the angel which they are.

Pray, I be one of those,
Not anymore blessed than any other being,
That had had a mother,
As lovely as you are.

Everytime the word 'bye' passes your lips,
Everytime a tryst with you ends,
Everytime, I seek to be lifted in your arms,
Or lift you in mine,
So in the ocean of Love,
Shall we fly together.

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- To Ma