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  • Lost Love

    Time

    Time will conintue
    The chance passed...
    Too late for now,
    Feelings still last.

    Maybe later on,
    It will return.
    While paitnely waiting
    Love still burns...

    It all happens
    For reasons its own.
    Give time for the light,
    It will be shown.

    Hold through this
    Like done before.
    We can stay friends
    Maybe something more.

    4-8-2009

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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