Our romance's phasing out,
Like a summer's fleeting shadow.
What is it that we are dragging?
No regrets, no wish to shout.
We are growing unattached,
Phone calls are becoming rare.
Could my reason stay ensnared?
Simply, you are not my match.
We have known the truth throughout
Every kiss - but nights get lonely.
Thank you, darling, for the moment.
Our romance's phasing out.
Phasing out
© Copyright: Кристина Девулите, 2009
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