On The Midnight Train Poem by Joyce Hemsley

She:
Rapturous times I will always remember
They haunt my dreams again and again.
Our passion was so warm and tender...
When we fell in love in September
In that old apartment - 22 Lovers Lane.

He:
Saddest thoughts come my way in December
I still cry in dreams, and down comes the rain.
Your sweet loving kiss was 'off the agenda'
Leaving behind a sorrowful refrain...because
Love came to an end on the old midnight train.