My heart doth long for the windswept days of past summers
With the sweet fragrance of flowers and the song of the lark
When you were near to me, and words of love did murmur
Into my ear, at the end of each day as well as at its start.
My heart doth wish for those sweet summer days long gone
When you would hold my hand whilst we slowly walked
Along the water’s shore, listening to the swan’s song,
Leaning close to one another as we kissed and talked.
My heart doth cry for thee throughout the day and night
And search for thee with no rest as it perpetually seeks thy face
Whilst the sun rises and sets and amidst the lure of moonlight,
There is no other thing I wish for, but to be with you in this place.
My heart doth love thee like no other, in all ways and seasons
Through it all, you are the sustenance of my life’s purest reason.
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Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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