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When the Sun Shone

When the sun shone half the night And the daffodils were blue, Every door had not a key And the tallest tale was true— It was then that you loved me, And I loved you. When we flew string without a kite And many bunnies turned to few, When all the stars above could see And life would come to things you drew— It was then you cared for me, And I for you. When backward turned the hands of time And water flowed upstream, When laughs and hiccups hurt a flea And life was just a dream— ‘Twas then you lived for me And I for thee. When blueblood horses cost a dime And shadows went beneath the ground, When coffee beans made only tea And golden nuggets laid around— ‘Twas then I heard the sound Of “I love you.” E’er since the moment time reversed My tale of woe I have rehearsed, In case you’d recognize my face And listen for a while with grace, Then let me take you to that place— That place where time is dead. Ten thousand kisses I’ll repeat, Which dreaming laid upon your feet— That’s how I’ve worshiped you. And every tender word I’ve said For all these years to empty air, I guess I’ll have to say again, This time into your curly hair. I really don’t know what’s to blame For how you drifted far away; I only hope you’ll feel the same, And that we’ll meet again someday Both find our way to that special place. Where the sun shines half the night And the daffodils are blue, Every door has not a key And the tallest tale is true— For only there can you love me Like I love you. Where we’ll fly string without a kite…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 7/29/2015 12:49:00 PM
Very poetic..I enjoyed reading the somewhat old fashioned lines that you have penned..Thanks for the honor of placing in your contest..If this one is for a contest, it should do very well..Sara
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Date: 7/27/2015 2:40:00 PM
Oh, this is so beautifully written and romantic, Isaiah. I can picture that time, long ago, an innocent era, and the wistful hopes and dreams of young love. A treat to read, and a 7.
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Date: 7/27/2015 1:25:00 AM
A lost love Isiah....but better to have loved, than never loved at all...a thoughtful write....Peter
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