There is no way to trace the dividend of you
You wrap your sigh, a twisted wraith
Around thought’s bluest blue
There is no way to know the colors of your art
Where love and laughter lithely brush
A tear into my heart
There is no way to spell loss left to yester-year
While ever yet tomorrow swells
With restoration’s cheer
There is no way to hurt save that of letting go
How sweet it is to wear the want
Of love’s long afterglow
© Janet~
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