And She Didn'T Come
Whenever a cool breeze blew
My love, I thought of you anew
and pounding of my heart grew,
It would lessen the pain if I but knew
Why like a fledgling away you flew,
Yet unbeknownst to my hurting heart
My love, I thought of you anew;
Come back to me lest I ruefully depart.
I now find frost in my most fervent fire
as I grope in darkness, deep and dire
But in my heart of hearts I hold a desire,
As all the weary souls for the day retire
you’ll return and save me from this mire,
My sun now sets yonder upon the horizon
as I grope in darkness, deep and dire
like the morning mist I dissipate into oblivion.
~A Brian Strand contest.
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