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There once was a time,
There once was a place,
Where our words did rhyme,
While our love did embrace.
It cost not a dime
But left an indelible trace.
It was the only time
And I remember the place,
Having a glass of wine
And recalling your face.

I love you my darling
You know that I do,
But the missing emotions
Are not, like you.
The sadness, when we are apart
Is slowly breaking my heart.
My body is beginning to ache.
My emotions lie inside and forsake
Our closeness and I hope that you see,
My love remains very strong for thee.

A heavy frost is what I see
As the sprouting plants ask for amnesty.
Shrub and lawns all white as can be
That Spring is still away from me.

There is beauty and grace, that I see,
If only you would talk to me.
Small words come, so painfully,
My love, I share with thee.

What else is there to see?
Where else? It came to me,
To be aware of your plight,
Yet falling asleep at darkest night.

From whence came I, she said to me,
As I awoke from my reverie?
A lost soul is who you are,
Added a voice, across the bar,
You arrived by bus, not by car.
A spirit in the wind, is what I see,
So leave or stay, but let us be
And I returned to my reverie.

Days have come and days have gone.
The days, so bright, with coming dawn
And then, while the days went by,
We questioned answers and asked why,
Those that we loved, who went away,
Never returning at the end of day.
Leave me not
With pain so great
Life goes on although we now do pray.

The Frost is back
With grass all white.
It's still dark
Not yet the light.
The bulbs of daffodils
Have pushed up
Through the soil.
Today is to be,
Sunny, as we toil.

The fog drapes the leafless trees,
Softening the barren branches and to seize
Control over the skeletal silhouette
Transforming to a vision and yet,
Sight of the fog covered plants does please.

Tomorrow is near, but you are not.
You're far away, lost in your thought,
About the ravages of this terrible disease,
That fills your mind with uncertainties.

For want of love, a life was lost,
No matter the pain or of the cost.
What you have lost, won't come again.
Only loneliness and regret will remain.

Come walk and with me, meet
While I'm able to move my feet.
My balance, that once was fine,
No longer works and I must resign,
From the task of not walking straight
Like a man who's tipsy and not awake.