September 29, 2008
By James Benson, Albuquerque, NM

I see your heart it's next to mine,
still here by me through endless time.
My love for you it still burns strong,
though for years you've already been gone.
Reminiscing in homes of old,
I feel myself in your warm sweet hold.
But through these black clouds full of rain,
I know that we'll never love each other again.

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