Love's Yearning
The night was cold,But, I was warm in your embrace,
And as we lay there face to face,
I trembled that I was old.
In my minds eye,
I met you young, and stars above
Twinkled and hung over one such love.
The heavens, on high, would sigh.
I've searched my heart,
And in my soul a yearning has come
Of who you are and where you're from,
And that we'll never part.
Alas, that I'm a sham,
And we shan't meet until I chance
To give true love a fleeting glance
And offer who I am.
But, the night is cold,
And I tremble that I'm old.
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