by Susan Overbey

Created on: April 24, 2009

My love,
Come sit and talk with me,
Beneath the weeping willow tree.
Hold me close,
Though we both know,
Our story is now at a close.

My love,
Think not of a love gone wrong,
As winds whistle a lonesome song.
Tears will shed;
Though soon will dry,
Beneath dark but moonlit sky.

My love,
Waste not time on blame,
For the love that was shall hold no shame.
Kiss me gently,
As we say farewell,
What our future holds,
Only time will tell.

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