Growing Love
Within my soul there is a whisper –
A phantom that once ruled my heart;
At times I feel it softly flicker,
Its aching cold abruptly start
Yet, with a thought it disappears,
As new love’s roots supplant the old,
And lend the warmth of promised years
To this young heart, to bloom and grow.
Copyright © Nick Ruff | Year Posted 2011
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