All these Years.
Thoughts, wrote to me,
Those beautiful feel
Though in the past, like a dream,
From the bass of the reggae tune
Swept me like a broom,
These dwelling, lingering
Down these hearts,
Slowly like a dew,
And calmly words lay aside my ears,
These were yours words
I still cuddle with.
All these years,
The waves from the sea,
still wash the love on my shores.
All these years,
I will do away with painn the sheet,
While I await the post man
To deliver my sorrows,
As these tears demands love.
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