There
I buried your cards in my drawer.
At birthdays
To resurrect no more.
Valentines
With sickly sweet lines
Gather dust.
- Just emotional rust.
The magic of our affair
Vanishes into thin air.
But if I close my eyes
Darling, you're still there.
I feel my music as memory clings
As the maestro deftly
Plays my heart strings.
So sweet
Complete
Is the pain.
Sonata in my soul again.
And as I swim through tears uncried
I look for the star
Where our fate took a ride.
That promise made still twinkles fair
Dreams in the shade in sunset flare.
Revealing love still breathing there.
poem by Kevin East
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