Love Blues

A lonely heart
Wandering in a park,
With nowhere to go ‘
And nowhere to stay.

Leaves autumn gold,
No warm hand to hold,
On-coming winter’s snow ‘
There’s no-where to pray.

Chill wind and rain,
Like ice on his brain,
And tears begin to grow ‘
As his love melts away.

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Copyright 2007 Trevor W. Hampel.