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Until The World Runs Out Of Flowers...
Until the World Runs Out of Flowers
by: Joel Faypon
November 2002
Your smile is eternal
Although often clouded by the weight of your chains
It is my sun shining - rising at dawn
Breaking all the shadows that blackens my nights
You presence is perpetual
Although it is tormenting when I begin aching
for your touch and your embrace
Yet still you are here
Because my mind is the picture of your face
And even when I am dead to the world -
You are here walking the lonely streets in my dreams
Your voice is never ending
I am but a child to your tales of ancient gardens that
bloom flowers of hope
Your sweet whispers come to me in a caravan
of happy memories
Yet still there is this fatal comfort of your mentioning
about our life after this damned life
You are my forever
My endless yearning
Myself I am scorning when this life’s
snap of a finger creates a virtual pain
that is ever present
Just like the infinity of you
You will forever thrive inside my soul
I will forever occupy your heart
We will forever be
Until your tales of ancient gardens
burn into embers of mere memories
Still I will love you
Until the world runs out of flowers.
