| LOST LOVE Stealing from the best of old, with some words of new. Where are you my only love, my heart what shall I do? My mind is racing like the wind on a dark and stormy day, and tears are flowing like a stream that will never dry away. Thinking things one should not think,saying things that are wrong, your smile cheers my dreaded day, your laugh's my only song. Nothing can be softer than the kiss of a tender butterfly, and to have never tasted it, I'd surely rather die. Years of past will never change, the day will never come, but the tears will dry upon my face, and to reality I will succumb. Albert Hickerson Copyright �2001 Albert Hickerson |
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