O Precious Love, a heart beats true---
A heart full of passion although you are blue.
Building up walls to defend against pain,
Opening gates to let out the rain.
O Precious Love, why do you stay,
hoping to find feelings of yesterday?
Could you be dreaming, or is this real---
O tell me precious love how do you feel?
O Precious Love, my heart beats with desire
to find a lost love pulled from the fire.
I long for happiness, that eternal bliss---
To rekindle love to make life crisp!
c2013 Woodrow Rasley, Jr.