love is an open meadow, in the breeze,
when the morning comes glistening
through the flowering trees,
as songbirds return with the spring,
dewdrops shimmer on fields of green.
on my bare feet, I walk alone,
the years have long gone.
and my hair has since grown,
as I walked, and walked alone.
you still elude me, and I miss you so,
in your eyes, your promise still goes
that these lovely things will be
for a lifetime, as good as they seem.
you live on, my tiny hope,
someday, you will come home,
until then, I will lie awake and see,
to be loved is truly quite the dream.
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