Picture by Alan Ayers

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I remember a time
It seemed not so long ago
When the pleasures of our love
Would freely bloom and grow

I remember how you held me
Like there was no tomorrow
I never thought there'd be a time
When I'd be drowning in my sorrow

I remember how you loved me
With a burning deep desire
We reached love's highest peak
Beside the glow of the open fire

I thought you'd be with me forever
That with me you'd always stay
I never entertained the notion
That you'd take your love away

But the blooms in our bouquet
Have all shrivelled up and died
You poisoned what we had
With your cruel and bitter lies

I was blind to the fact
You didn't love me anymore
But love will find me once again
And come knocking on my door

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I should point out that this was not
written from personal experience.