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Loveś Passed Me by

Until someone saves me, 

from the dreaded amber nectar, and... 

Red,red wine.

I fear that I may drown.

So , for now.....

I'll keep singing, my Swedish ballads.

Not understanding, nor knowing why.

Perhaps, one day, I'll seek...... a translation .

If I ever wished, to share a sunset.

Or to say a word

Who would empathise with me ?

Loves a curse.....

When ignored ,

when, caste in the shadows.

When it falls, on stony ground.

When it is 

unrequited.

Giajl © Jim Love