I thought I was in love with you
But I waited until I was sure
And I waited
And I waited
And now, like the desert
I have grown used to your lack of rain
I thought I was in love with you
But I waited until I was sure
And I waited
And I waited
And now, like the desert
I have grown used to your lack of rain
An amazing poem. You said a lot in so few words. Fear can stop the flower of love to know life.
Thanks, John.
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Sweet Nothing – Mugren Ohaly