There is one place
In the world
Where I can explain,
Describe,
And make you imagine
What love really is
For me.
It is in my hands.
In my palm,
There lays a rock
So strong
Beautiful
And most treasured.
In time,
rain filled my palm.
It created never ending
Storms
Whirlpools
Tidal waves
I watched silently
As my rock melted into
Glittering
Golden
Sand.
Days passed by.
The grains of sand
Falls through the holes
Between my fingers
Slowly
Slowly
It goes
“Forgive me. I never meant to let go.”
This is my love.
This is my love story.
You’re my sand.
My golden grains of sand.
Look at my palm.
Take a glimpse of my hand
It’s gone.
- MJ - 2002 -
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