Lost

Written by: Walter Keyombe

Here we see love once lost in the tumbles,

Coming swiftly from above the skies,

Towards the sea we lodged in rain of just,

To warm cherish our thoughts to sail by lust,

Beneath our souls to the garden of blues.

 

Here now we find get it from the clouds,

Thy long wounded broken love needs change,

On the sea sailed with oath to hold,

With tireless returns it blossoms for unfold,

Where unmated it stands naturally to glow.

 

Here its some miles we came shipping,

Seeking such love we had in those tender hoods,

Thy loves once threaten and loosened,

Certainly lost and now strangely contained,

To refine and to renew it once it smells olds.

 

Here magically risen to conquer ‘n to sooth,

Every injured feeling within for victory,

Underneath the flowers to tread by candle,

With every hope in the living hearts to handle,

Beneath our souls to the garden of blues.

 

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