If I never feel you in my arms again

                 

       

The primrose gazed at me sadly.

 Amazed, I saw that she was weeping.

 If her eyes had been painted

 The tears would have left tracks down her cheeks.

                                        

 “If I never feel you in my arms again

 If I never feel your tender kiss again

 If I never hear I love you now and then

Will I never make love to you once again

Please understand if love ends

Then I promise you, I promise you

That, that I shall never breathe again

Breathe again”

Yar

                                           

                                      Mhargz GV