July Rain
Every now and then,
a tear appears in my eye
when I think back
of beautiful you and July.
You were mine once,
but I lost you in the fray;
my head was hung low
when you set your wedding day.
I knew you looked stunning
in your white gown and train;
after that, my days were
filled with cold, driven rain.
You are always in my eye,
it should have been us that July.
For "Secondhand Emotion" contest sponsored by Dana'lynn Smith.
By: George Aul
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