Sweet dew softly bathes
thickly tufted grass.
I still search for you
Insane as I pass
the lone little creek,
when just yesterday,
we lay cheek to cheek
at that very spot,
thinking of nothing
a blanked out ink blot.
So what did I say?
Where did I go wrong?
You failed to return
to finish our song.
I'm stumbling alone;
my heart beats with fright,
fear I'll never find
my love by moon light.
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