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The heart of me dreams back
all the time,
And there are times when I sigh,
Yearning for those years when we were in love,
And yet you said a goodbye.
But you and I know the truth still is,
Our love was like no other,
First loves like ours are never by chance,
There is never another.
Your goodbye was just an expression,
That seemed so not you or true,
We were too young for love you said then,
And suddenly we were through.
And if you think on the love we had,
All the times you returned too,
The heart of you as well longs for me,
Wishing a goodbye not true.
I think back sadly you calling me,
One last time before I wed,
Wanting another chance just for us,
Remembering all you said.
I felt all those wonderful feelings,
I had then covering me,
And I knew my love for you still lived,
But it was too late to be.
One day you’ll have a goodbye from me,
That will be when my love’s cold,
When I won’t think back or ever dream,
Of the love we’ll always hold.
My heart knows we were always to be,
We were to be together,
So this is only one of those days,
I must write a love letter.
© Sondra McPherson
26 December 2006
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