 | he stood in the middle of the room
angered, hatred, depressed
where once was a joyful time
now menory haunted, unrest
still as a stone at the center
staring at the gloom doorway
where the last of his love went
"Goodbye," he heard her say
he could still feel her presence
like a hanging mist of sweet air
suffocating him dearly
crushing his soul to bear
oh, the joy of those days
with her by his side, he thought
longing to see her again
the sweet feeling of her ardor he sought
though that time was years ago
he could not forget it all
the joy, the tears, the passion
pounding on his heart, instilled in his soul
her lovely face, her sweet voice
his dearest love, no more
and though a thousand seasons will past
he knew, she'd haunt him ever more |  |
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