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The Lost Spring - Love Poem
Looking out of the window,
On a bright sunny day,
With a cup of hot coffee,
I had too much to say.
I wanted to say the words,
Which I should have said before,
I wanted you to listen to me,
But you were not with me anymore.
I dived into my mind,
To bring back the fragments,
Of times which we together spent,
And I wanted to cease those moments.
Walking in solitude one day,
I heard a voice and felt a touch,
I dashed across the daffodils,
Oh my angel! I missed you so much.
And then I found the wooden swing,
Which I made during an awesome spring,
Then I saw you dressed in white,
And you were smiling to my delight.
As I came closer to be with you,
You stood up and ran laughing merrily,
You vanished beyond the river bed,
I clutched the swing breathing heavily.
I sat there and cried for long,
I could hear a distant winter song,
And then I left for my abode,
As you were treading a different road.