Love That Has Been
Love is Eternal - It Will Always Be
When love has been there
and then it has gone away,
you just sit and stare.
Where could the love be?
You lived in it for so long.
Never asking to be free.
It gave you its light.
Your world revolved around it
Morning, noon, and night.
Come back your heart cries
I never told you to go!
Never said my good-byes.
One day I looked up
and your love had gone away.
Broken like a cup.
Was it really gone?
Or was it still in my heart
Waiting for the dawn?
You brought the sunrise
I found love's sweet light again
Shining in your eyes.
A new day has come
and love's bright light shines again.
To show me the way back home.
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Linda Rivenbark
I believe in the magic of words, love, and tenacity. There is a world out there that needs to be explored, researched, and written out to try to make some sense of it, and to make a better place for the children of tomorrow.
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Fantastic!!! Hearted previously!!!
Love will always find it's way
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