Cunning linguist...

There was a time
I love you truly
I love you deeply
I love you madly
But....
It has come to end
It has come to over
Hence I finally found that
You don’t hear me
You don’t know me
You don’t remember me
Dear love
Dear Angel
I knew...
That you yearn for forget me
You crave for leave me
It’s ok...I expect...
Nothing will be staying forever....
But Before you leave
After all...
I want to say something to you
I will never for get...
Cunning linguist of you
You’re clever
You’re singer
You having wrote first love song
In my heart with your
Cunning linguist....
Don’t play
With Another.......
Hence....
Tender hearts...
Are Paining!

By
O.W.Palitha Ariyarathna
Copyright, O.W. Palitha Ariyarathna.2010
All Rights Reserved By Author: 2010