For the Valentine Not Yet Found
Again we sit and wonder why,
Why again it is we try ?
For looking far into the past
And know forever it does last.
That inner soul that goes for longing,
Always looking, always finding.
For each day the passing faces,
Calling selves member races.
Trying hard, then made the grade,
Passing on without a fade.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2013
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