When my life's hourglass runs out of sand,
She's the only one who will hold my hand.
She may wear a crown and a pretty gown,
But won't turn my hourglass upside down.
She may smile a bit, or just remain mum,
But I shall know when my time has come.
Her eyes will be shining very very bright,
That I shall surrender to her without a fight.
Then I shall succumb to her deadly charms,
As she enfolds me in her embracing arms.
I realized, as into her clasp I sank and sank,
That she is the only one on whom I can bank,
From the time I heard of her, I surely knew,
She is the only consort who's eternally true.
Others may cry and some others may weep,
As I bid adieu - it's time for my eternal sleep.
Copyright notice: The contents of this blog may not be used in any form without the express written consent of the blog owner, who may be contacted at kishoremrao@hotmail.com.
She's the only one who will hold my hand.
She may wear a crown and a pretty gown,
But won't turn my hourglass upside down.
She may smile a bit, or just remain mum,
But I shall know when my time has come.
Her eyes will be shining very very bright,
That I shall surrender to her without a fight.
Then I shall succumb to her deadly charms,
As she enfolds me in her embracing arms.
I realized, as into her clasp I sank and sank,
That she is the only one on whom I can bank,
From the time I heard of her, I surely knew,
She is the only consort who's eternally true.
Others may cry and some others may weep,
As I bid adieu - it's time for my eternal sleep.
Copyright notice: The contents of this blog may not be used in any form without the express written consent of the blog owner, who may be contacted at kishoremrao@hotmail.com.
