Even on a wintry day,
The sunlight in your eyes
Would warm my soul
And show me light.
Only a real love
Can pull you from the gloom,
I wish we were dancing
To the music in your room.
No one knows what hour
He’ll sit alone without a friend,
The very hour of loneliness
That hastens his very end.
I hope there will yet be flowers
And afternoons in Saturday parks,
I hope I still have the opportunity
To offer you my heart.
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Your first stanza is superb. A beautiful, lyrical write. I love your rhymes. Warm wishes, Sandra