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Lost Love

I despise the day when she went away
I miss her like a warm summers day
I need her like the desert needs rain
Last years bitter loving must remain
She was Like a dream my every desire
Put out my flame like rain to a fire
I would wait in vain and often yearn
Il regain my flame on her return
Times gone by days have passed
Are tender loving was not to last
So many things that went un said
My one true love my hearts now bled
A heart so caring respectful and pure
I was sick in the head for her and there wasn't a cure

poem by Nic Hillen
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