Haunted By a Long-Lost Love
High on a passing cloud there floats a dream
Never to be easily forgotten,
Devious destiny weaved its fierce scheme,
Turned my youth into a life so rotten.
The soft song of a Summer Breeze was gone,
But by then we had met and love had won.
How oft we trekked the hills and watched the dawn.
How oft we made love, happy so well done.
Carefree we roamed out our romantic days,
Many noticed silhouettes in moonlight.
How could I not shower her with sweet praise?
Alas she had cancer, love turned to plight.
The gilded leaves of autumn sigh her loss.
Her funeral I bore with a harsh cross.
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