The house is still there, and the roses. How happy we were then, how beautiful was our life, the sun was shining everyday…
This is what I want to remember, now, after all those years. Of course, I’d like to travel back, to erase what went on, to start again. I want to see your face, your smile, your invitation, at the little window. I want to be that other me, the good and wise one, which I became, finally, but then, still young, still loved by you.
But years have passed. I am wise, and old, soon I’ll be gone.
Alone, the house will stand, children will look out of the window, to a fresh morning, inhaling the perfume of red roses.
Beautiful and yet rather sad…
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Time passes. We grow older, our children grow up, grandchildren are born. And so it goes.
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We all have regrets. Beautiful and succinct.
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Aah, what a truly romantic tale of love and longing.
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Love the melancholic feel
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Beautiful…. but so sad xxx
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Why is life so sad, it’s waisted on the young! 🌹
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This is very pretty, I could see as you spoke, very good piece of writing, I am going to reblog this article for you. Hopefully this reblog will help bring a smile to a few more readers and hopefully a few more followers to you.
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Reblogged this on Truth Troubles.
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