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Memory of a Lost Love
Memory of a lost Love He sat, motionless, a hard static stare, Sat there, frozen, to a small rocking chair. Looked out over garden, so wonderful, so wild, Bringing back the memory, of when he was a child. Thoughts of auburn hair, emerald eyes, Many nights spent, with low muffled cries. No children to share, for impotent man, Bed time rows, the tears that ran. Love now gone, was such a temporal game, Some amorous nights? So who was to blame? Tears like rain for this solitary soul, Such a resting actor who has no role. She left him she said, "cause all was not fine", For him, it was, just a matter of time. Knowing of others, she'd seen for the night, No doubt his heart was too broken to fight. Although, outside, was now breezy, quite warm, Inside his heart bled, so tattered and torn. Clinging with care now, to what he had left, Pictures, happy times, memories were best. Where could he go now? He could not complain, Sat there, anguished, was her victim inane? Why are some people so selfish with life? They make a bad lover, husband or wife? I only pray that from such I am free, Hoping in my life, True Love is for me.
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