Richard Lewis Poems

When does the wind
blow my way.
When does love knock at your door.
When does the rain stop pouring
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Still I have a life to live.
Still I have love to give.
Still the lights come a shining on
this city.
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Of today what is brought?
Truly I define in love again
but is it defined in time being.
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Pretty as she is been,
has true love entered in riddles
a prince enters from the west
bringing charms & a ring
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