Don'T Come Back
By the fireside in the evening
,with my darling warm and true
hear the wicked wind ablowing
can it be he knows of you?
Wrapped in furs
from hunting seasons
in the past here in these hills,
I remember blue eyes glinting
as he focused on his kills
terror traces every heartbeat
when I ponder on your fate
how the human heart can
quickly turn from glowing
love to hate.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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