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Oct 2018
Hand in hand we walk by,
the flower shop between,
unknown to loves goodbye,
a rose I bought for thee....

Such a smile of thine so bright,
dims the sun aloft in the sky,
and all that shines amidst the night,
withers beside thy gleaming eyes;

In thy soft voice cupid whispers,
a love's eternal paradise,
that no winter or desert piers,
nor the low moon is slight to prize.

Thy heart, thy soul, a golden stream,
of beauty so fair and so deep,
and by that brook, thy love a dream,
once known to me--now begs me weep!

For neath the sky that summers night,
a wind blew thee away from me,
as heaven above us in spite,
stole thy heart and our love to be.

And though my soul by sorrow nursed,
'tis the sun that shows me of shine,
because it reminds me of thine,
and though our love is dissevered,

They cannot dissolve thee from mine,
and when my fortune hath decline,
and on my limbs the sun belie,
together, forever, we'll fly.

Tears in tears I walk by,
the graveyard beneath,
beknown to loves goodbye,
a rose I brought for thee....
Shawn Robertson
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Shawn Robertson  38/M/Missouri
(38/M/Missouri)   
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