Lost Love

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March 2002 Poetry

A lost love,

is never found.

Tears are shed,

and hit the ground.

~

Life goes on,

with a broken heart,

and piece by piece,

you fall apart.

~

You're on the brink,

of ending it all.

But the hands of love,

break your fall.

~

A new love is found,

with those outreached hands.

But can easily slip and fall,

like grains of beach sand.

~

Hold it close,

treasure it dear.

Think of your love,

and keep it near.

~

Tell the ones you love,

that you love them everyday.

At any given time,

in any given way.

~

Love is a treasure,

not often found,

but our hearts beat as one,

such a bittersweet sound.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this one on 3-1-02.

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