Love forlorn....

Whenever I think of coining some lines I arrange my fountain pen writing pad The paper weight the dictionary I put on the antique ceiling fan It sings sreech crrech creechhh I start writing the first word and lo I hear your childish voice echo I was I am I will be forever i stop writing intraspect How is this possible you are miles apart Is this the melody of eternal fantacy Or it is loves song of remembrance Who knows........??