By Nardine Sanderson
One day I stand to lose you
For in life we live and die
We feel the beauty and take it in
Just Like the bluest skies
If I compared your heart to flowers, would you grow back once seasons range, I hadn’t thought much of it till now
In love oh how things change,
For only nights would have us sleep, in loftly dreams below the moon, and I would search the distance between in hopes I see you soon
It’s the love you feel as any garden, as bright surely as his eye, that like the sun, amidst to rise, on wings to heaven in age
of old, To be the story of one’s lose, and come to part with so I’m told.
Nardine Sanderson 03/03/2020
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