As Love Becomes the Night
As Love Becomes The Night
Feelings are morn and tears are wet,
From a memory of pain lorn's beget's.
One tender moment that once was,
A perfect relationship that ended because.
Of music so sweet from a lover's kiss,
Being beside her is what I miss.
My night is a moment of thought,
Of feelings I've somehow brought.
Whisper me a tune of love,
For to night my heart float's above.
Above the heaven's above my soul,
For once love was my goal.
Now I'm alone in sorrow's pit,
Listening to thought as I sit
Bleeding in pain swolling my pride,
Because love for me has darkened and died.
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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