To know you
To have you close,
Was only a dream
But the one
I wanted most!
No, I cannot boast
Of a happy life.
Nor will I compromise
With the pretense
Of otherwise,
Not having met you
Was always
The emptiness
I felt,
At each,
Lonely, Sunrise.
in lost love there is setting the sun though there is rising the sun!
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In every sunset, there is sunrise. In every tunnel’s end, there is light. In every sadness, there is joy. Everything is indeed for the good. A great write, dear Ma’am Sandra...10-++