Love no longer remains, he doesn’t snuggle with me to keep me warm.
Love’s moved out, so love no more.
I don’t have tears just because love’s moved out.
I see other people, as my life continues to pass me by.
He suddenly stopped calling my name.
Love no more dwells, in my home.
He left, on to some other young maiden’s house.
I bid him farewell.
Lovely ,while it lasted and what a sweet perfume I have in my house!
Late night, party memories floating in every room.
Time well spent when loved lived with me.
Love didn’t do me wrong.Served me well. then walked himself out my door.
Left the door slightly cracked open.
A silent farewell.
As I doodled, we fell.
I was walking by and then I saw his, hind marching down the drive.
And I went to the door, cracked opened; just enough to pull a draft.
The brown heavy oak door, eased right open and swung from the wind.
A breeze that bid me farewell.
As I stood in the doorway and watched love walk away.
Love no more, He went away.
I’m not mad, he made my day; when he walked away.
