Thinking about the Hacienda

The good times I remember,

I still hear the Church bells ringing

And mused by the people singing

Perhaps love does last forever

Even when relationships sever,

For this burning sensation inside

Are feelings I can’t hide

Your star is still shining

You are the Sun in my every morning,

The red rose is my passion

And the white is my compassion!

Physically, we are that broken stick

But in spirit, we remain betwixt,

And even though we fell

You’ll always be my bezel!

© Sheriff G Ali 2011

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