Ervie C.Jones

I waited the winter, long and cold and you never came.
I waited with spring along with its flowers to bring---you never came.
I waited all summer long, hot and dry it was --you never came.
I waited through fall, its dead scattered leaves and all --you never came.
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Night, dark glorious night, now history proffering way to light
Casts the morning sun through garden roses of delight
Where reflected rays stream from your hair
Like burnished gold falling in the morning air
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I met you in the garden, it was nearly dusk
Must I kiss those ruby lips I thought I must
So I put my arms around you, and you laughed and sighed
Crying, don't ever leave me for without your love I would die
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