Poezja

We met in the springtime, you melted my heart.
The love that we planted was strong from the start.
We blossomed in summer, you made my life rich,
The days without number, the flame of love lit.
In autumn an Angel came out of the night
He took you to heaven and out of my life..
I cry out your name when mem’ries come ‘round,
As autumn’s first leaf slowly drifts to the ground.




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I didn’t know I loved you so until you went away.
I didn’t say, “I love you,"  until that final day.
The music that was you I only noticed when it stopped.
I didn’t take the time to say I cared for you a lot.
My love of life went with you - too late for me to say
I didn’t know I loved you until you went away.