Love's Current
By Doret67
Softly into my life he stole, A peaceful presence, gently felt. As time passed by he touched my soul And depths of frost began to melt. At last a river flowing free, Love's sweet current moved in me, Love's warm sweet current moved in me. Then changes came, a wandering eye? I gave my love, what could I do? A need in him I can't supply? Perhaps the dream was never true. The river now has found a bend. Love's current cold, warmth at an end. Love's warm sweet current found its end. Written August 8th, 1998 © on Dec 06 2001 03:15 AM PST 0 • 8
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