OF LOVES COME AND GONE by Carol B. Meenen

In the early morning air
It comes to me out of the blue,
The shiny locks of your hair--
A vision of almost despair.
Of your thoughts and schemes,
Or maybe they are dreams
Of loves come and gone.

The shadows of the past
Seem to flicker in my eyes,
And I finally surmise
It is only my imagination.
You are really not here,
But far away in your thoughts
Not wanting me near.
Suppose it is the fear
Of loves come and gone.

The Spring flowers wither and die
Without the brilliant sunshine.
Like the flow of the stream
Our hearts overflow with love,
And we greet the day with dread
Like a dormant flower in the sun.
Without contact, we trudge ahead.
The heart often may be heavy
Of loves come and gone.

But suddenly a new day will dawn,
Like the brilliance of a fawn
Running wild in a field of corn,
And feelings of A new day awakens.
Our hearts will finally be one,
As we walk together once again
To console one another
In the bright morning sun
Of loves come and gone.

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