As rain came down in rhythm ,
My teardrops fell in rhyme .
The wind blew love around me .
I missed it all this time .
The charm of every season
Was lost with every word .
And the sound of our contentment
Was something never heard .
The chill of every winter
Came early in the fall .
And the burning heat of summer
Came with no warmth at all .
Our burning lives made passion ,
With flaming love no part ;
Till all our world was ended
By a misplaced empty heart .
It lasted near a lifetime ,
But I dare not place the blame .
I took it all for granted ,
Our life without a name .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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