The Ceasing

The room, in which I now sit, Is comfortable as can be, It has material wealth, No lack of amenities. Yet I have no loving arms, To add sweet comfort to my soul, The love that was so faithful, Has become respectively cold. What caused the fervid feelings, To so suddenly die away, They were very evident, Often putting love on display. What is the true basis of the ceasing, The swift withdrawing of your ardor, Your heart has undergone transformation, Like unto an icy corridor. I yearn for the return of warmth, Even in kind words spoken, The ceasing of your love for me, Leaves me with a heart broken. Gayle Davis November 11, 2003© E-mail

Music: "Another Lonely Day "©

Mel Webb Original©
Used With Permission