As Far As Conversations Go II

Honey, in the middle of each night,
I no longer see the moon in your eyes.
I do not feel again the chill in your ice.
I feel alone even when you cuddle me tight.

Sweetie, your hot tea now tastes cold and bitter.
You burning fire do not keep me warm.
We no longer jam like bread and butter.
This journey, has become lukewarm.

Baby, I can’t again, lie with you.
In my eyes, the bed is a cradle now.

Darling, the day, you walked down the aisle,
You looked so perfect like seven.
Your beauty now squeezes my eyes like I’m chewing a bile.

We can no longer keep the vow,
We made in the face of heaven.


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