implicit differentiation

I haven't seen you,
i have felt you...deep in my soul....
you have struck the chords of my heart...
whenever i have met you...
its like waking up from a dream...
reach me someday and make this fantasy a reality,
and if not, then harden these tears that incessantly flow,
oh please shower some rain on the dying desert rose...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi Die, sweets you sound like Bridget Jones...but yeh all gals suffer from "fantasy reality" ..the emptiness of it ..the loneliness even at a crowdy street...not another M&B but its true..cheers

Jadedism said...

Beautiful....