"What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.” ~Albert Pike
Has followed me this long season of separation.
Waking in the dead silence of the night, as if touched by some hand,
I have looked for you, but in vain.
In city's remotest lane
Why are you hiding from me?
How long will you remain hidden?
My hope will not bid me rest.
With desolate heart I seek;
With a yearning heart I pray.
Will you not come at once and recreate magical moments
Will you not come and receive my love?
You will remain immortal through my write up, every time I seek you I seek new inspiration for myself Ps :)