Passing Days ~ Original Poetry

Spoken words that matter none
Cries several tears and he not one
Why he forsaked I can not see
I do not understand this curse upon me

But now I know that I shan't grieve
About everything taken with his leave
For I have found a better grace
A better love in a better place

The love I found is so much more
It takes my heart and makes me sore
It takes my soul and sets at ease
like a silent sea, a gentle breeze

Candles gleam forth through the night
and imagination makes its flight
To where we see loved arms again
And find each other just the same

But this week doesn't seem to want to end
And anticipation grows to see my friend
Now I long for the love I seek
And have to wait for the end of the week

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