I ran across the meadow field
to greet her with a hug,
and she agrees to sit with me
together by the log.
It’s been a year since she left me,
from then my whole life burned.
At last the sun melted the snow
and now she has returned.
It’s been so long since I last saw
her pretty dolly eyes.
Her eyes of brown which I would wipe
so gently when she cries.
I kissed her lips and kissed once more
just like when we were wed.
The kiss was good just like before,
and then she softly said:
I miss you dear, no need to fear,
for it will not be long,
for us to be as one again,
and once more sing our song.
As true as it may always seem
I woke up on my bed.
To know that it was just a dream
for she's already dead.
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Rhythm (Poetry Book)
PoetryBlood is red, Sad is blue My heart is broken Thanks to you My heart is bleeding it has a crack, and it really, really wants you back.