Dreams never die... lovers we missthey may have gone... but they never depart.
Ace of Spades trumps...any Queen of Hearts finessed
in life's cruel game...when that lone hand is played.
Pain will abate...anger deflame.
Time will abide...when He calls their name.
Their memories we enfold...deep down in our heart
for those quiet moments alone...when we reminisce.
Some hearts will sing...through eternity's rain
Others will break...caught in life's cruel twists
the stronger the love...the deeper the pain
Then in quiet moments alone...we reminisce.
They say it's better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all.
When a lover cannot remain
the void of sweet cruel pain
is filled time and time again
by the parting we've known...and the lover we miss.
And when we are alone...and we reminisce
then we'll come to see what is truly their gift...
the sweet cruel joy of parting...is for those truly blessed.
Dreams never die...lovers we miss
they may have gone... but they never depart.
Their memories we enfold...deep down in our heart
for those quiet moments alone...when we reminisce.
Dreams never die...
lovers we miss....
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| Photo "Thoughts" on Kapiti Island by Ian Trafford. |
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