The Lonely Lover
The sun doth shone on days of reverie
And love was the summer’s tepid song
Every moment was a victory
Until the winters mournful gong
Now the lonely lover sits on window
sill
Her tears falling like the morning dew
She waits, her thoughts flowing in soft
trills
The memory of him a golden hue
The winter’s cold chills her to the
bone
Distant nostalgia is her only thrill
She glances to the moon’s unknown beams
Till love finds her once again in the
spring
She will find a noble knight in her
dreams
And they will walk on shores of
guarantees
Gazing into waves of tranquil seas
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