Love's Merry-Go-Round
The yeas are slipping by
But those memories of you
Stand still
Holding tight with a grip
Strangling all hope
Of anyone new
Taking your place
For my heart won't let go
In fear it will miss
The next time your love
Comes round again
For to miss the brass ring
Time after time
Is more than this old heart
Can take
So it's better to be lonely
Then to lose that chance
Of true love
If it should knock
On my hearts door once more
poem by David Kush
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