The hour of the waning of love has beset us,And weary and worn are our sad souls nowLet us part, ere the season of passion forget us,With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,And weary and worn are our sad souls nowLet us part, ere the season of passion forget us,With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.
Let us not worryAbout the future.Let us only do the right thingToday,At this moment,Here and now.Let the future take care of itself.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories