In the moonlight under the mistletoe,
Stood two lovers who once knew,
Everything they had felt deep in their hearts,
Of a true lover’s love, brand new.
Time had taken their lives in different directions,
Where a lot of them, they’d lost,
Most of which was their time alone to share in love,
Love lost, was almost these two lovers cost.
The moonlight seemed to caste its spell on them,
While beneath the hanging mistletoe,
Their eyes met, as if it was first glance,
And it caused their hearts rekindled of its fires glow.
Their lips met and this story now written,
Of two lovers that almost lost,
The meaning of what true love is,
And what in life could have been its cost.
By: Linda Winchell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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