A day will come when you and I,
Freely shall, hand in hand,
Ascend up the flight of love and
Lie down in moonlit sand.
Love’s passion is so deep that it
Has no place for hatred.
Oh! Who can describe the thoughts of
Love tender and sacred?
In fact a heart that is lovelorn
Does dreams of love create,
Although it has no means to know
Yet what will be their fate.
• Written in abcb 8-6-8-6 format
• Woven around the prompt: A Fall Holiday
• Initially written as entry 381280 in the book LOVE POEMS, "LOVE POEMS" . Posted as the present static item on 27 July 2008.
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. Posted as the present static item on 27 July 2008.
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