How my heart speaks


I’ve got only one letter
written in your hand
One short letter
Yet I understand,
One is as infinity
compared to having naught.
I’ll keep this letter
In the museum of my heart.
I’ve only got one photograph
and that is very old
but to me this photograph
is more valuable than gold
Time has hurried by.
Is it now too late?
But may there be a second chance?
Let’s not accept love’s fate.
No matter how we falter,
No matter how we fail,
Can we still forgive ourselves,
and rewrite this sad tale.
One more letter,
One more heartfelt smile,
That will be sufficient
To rebirth a love grown frail.
For once this love was stronger
Once this love was true;
So now we are wondering
If we may create our love anew

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