COLD COLD NIGHT

just like in a dream
floating as a feather
you came to me
in my dreams
you held my hand
whispered love poems
and then you kissed me
out in those cold
October night and as
you turned to go i held your
hand but
you had to go so there was
nothing i cud do and
here i am now
hopeless as ever wishing
that when
am i
able to hold you in my arms and to
whisper
in your ears the
love poems that
you were so fond of

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