I rember there was a soft song
Through the air it would go
When love was my home
when love could sing
I remember those times
when often cursed her
said love is like a toy
yelled at her everyday
oh poor love my soul
and of my soul would go
this soft song threw
the air of my living ears
that know one could hear
and I loved her though
poetic drips of peace
winds of words that
would pass poetic eyes
when hating and loving
when with calm and care
with beauty and trust
when soft and moon
oh the moon
where we would conversate
though soul and soul
when hope was my closest friend
and still will always be
I love you hope
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