Love song
I wrote a love song for you
Every word, every lyric
Cried like tears
That fell like rain
Falling from storm clouds
In an overcast sky
Marking the end
Of the summer of us
~
In days that felt like years
In that long ago time
Of our love
~
I held your hand, and
We danced
Alone in crowded rooms
Spinning lighter than air
Our feet moving together
To rhythms
Of songs about forever
~
We disappeared
In the glow
Surrounding us
~
Our souls haunting
Each other's hearts
Like ghosts
~
Love glided on stars
Shimmering
In the light of nothing
Ever going away
~
Our fragile hands held tight
To seasons of love
Passing
In front of our eyes
~
Afraid to let go
Afraid the leaves would fall
Afraid the sun would set
Afraid the cold would
Settle down,
We loved in fear
~
Letting go has been
The hardest part of hello
Holding on
The hardest part
Of goodbye
~
We let
Colors lose their hue
Let
Flowers forget their bloom
Brewed storms
Till the sky misplaced it's blue
~
We gave forever away
In breezes
We barely noticed
In grains of sand
That fell
One after another
To the bottom
Of an hourglass
We filled
To the top
~
Love pulled apart
Strand by strand
In truths
That whispered
Like lies
~
Forever doesn't always stay
Lifetimes don't always last
Promises don't always keep
~
Love faded
In verses of songs
We forgot to sing
~
Tomorrow disappeared
In stage light beams
We forgot to shine
~
Notes of you, fretted on an acoustic guitar
Resonate inside a mahogany body
Naked strings, strummed by clumsy fingers
Vibrate above African Blackwood
~
Memories of you sing a chorus
Inside my glass heart
Each one a stone, leaving a crack
Threatening to shatter, the brave
Image I display
~
At times my hope goes away
At times I think
There won't be any more sunlight
On summer days,
There won't be any more moonlight
On dark midnights
~
Our candle won't burn
With a spark from a flame
Anymore
~
Time moves on, days pass
And still, I think of you
Last kisses fade, feelings pale
And still, I think of us
At the beginning of love
Not knowing what would come
~
And, I wonder
Lonely little thoughts
That ask
Would we do it all again
If we knew
About the Creator
The Invisible Writer
Nothing is more beautiful than love
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