Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Cars come, 

Trains go.

Some memories fade, 

Others are done now. 
 My left hand holds your right hand,

  I forget the old days, 

But others come to remind -

That I am out of time when I am yours.
 'Cause time has another value, 

I am rich when I have you by my side.

I am poor when you leave
Out of your body my soul.