It is late now

It is late now, too late
To beg of you a kiss.
You've chosen someone else
For pleasures such as this.

Each summer when we met
I always meant to say
How I felt, but somehow
The days just slipped away.

I guess I always knew
What made me hesitate.
I curse that weakness now
Though it is late, too late.




Poetry by Maglor
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Written on 2005-05-25 at 13:41

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