(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
Morning...Night...Or In Between - Poem by (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
Thou day or night or in between, when you
fill my soul with days gone by and rooms
of life that I so long for...I laugh...I weep...
and I weep and I weep. My emotions spill
over as a thundering fall in springtime.
In this place of you and I we gather the
days that were far to few. Treasure
do I those candy kisses and words of love
and vows we made.
I beckon you in my hours of need, when the world
seems dark for your are not. And when you come
with memories so sweet...the joy that I feel
will forever I keep.
Now I hold and I kiss you and tell you of
love...farewell my darling until
next you come.
© Joe Fazio
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