And Who Would Share
When you're on your own.
Only lonely, can fill your day.
While Simonides words,
may haunt.... a troubled mind.
A weary heart, has no...... say.
Search me a song.... to sing, or
A poem, full of love.
Colour my days,.....
As were
my dreams.
Giajl © Jim Love
To Sing of Love
would hurt your ears. But I shall endeavor to write of it - attempting to remember what love between new loves feels like. Dreams. Oh yeah, the stuff of...Mssr. Love. ~slc
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