Always Yours, Wallada

Always Yours, Wallada

Wallada, oh my Wallada, come back to me
I write for you my poetry in pain
Once you loved me, my world, you see?
I never sought for you in vain
My lips on yours, our love wrote poetry...
My love, what have you to gain?
It's all I ever want, need, to just be.
                             With you.

This petty jealousy of some drove us apart
The lines I write to you, scream, cry!
You, my sun and moon, is it so hard
to understand my heart, please why?
Why, I know you're more than smart.
Don't let this be final goodbye.
My farewell poem is on this card,
                              To you.

I now live in exile away from you in Sevilla, 
My heart will always be with you in Córdoba.

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March 10, 2017
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