Hand in hand
We walked on the sand
Beyond the woods
And away from the birds
On a wooden bench we sat
Love was in the air
And sweet was its smell
As eyes met eyes
I wondered
Was this friendship in love?
Or was this love in friendship?
Even as our hands broke apart
I never knew
Was this friendship in love?
Was he my lover or my friend?
We walked on the sand
Beyond the woods
And away from the birds
On a wooden bench we sat
Love was in the air
And sweet was its smell
As eyes met eyes
I wondered
Was this friendship in love?
Or was this love in friendship?
Even as our hands broke apart
I never knew
Was this friendship in love?
Was he my lover or my friend?
3 comments:
beatiful..!
methinks he was a friend who was afraid to love you....ineligible to experience the emotion he was...
a cute creative cameo :-)
thank u harishetta...and yes perhaps he was..i wouldn know...
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