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Unfinished love When I was young and you were too I'd walk the fields and lanes with you Old ladies in their rocking chairs Evening strollers everywhere Your hand in mine, your kiss so sweet What promises we failed to keep
But still when evening falls in June, July Or August harvest moon, I see your image Crystal clear I feel your presence ever near So near I might reach out and touch I want To love you very much but you're a dream And I'm a fool my second wife would not Approve
I fear I can't escape the past, the night The light, the silent gasps as time stands Still and back I go, I'm on your street Stood at your door. Why do I hurt myself This way it's just the light, the sounds, the Day
Well, no it's not, it's more than that unfinished Love will not relax, nor will it rest, nor can it lie It's at its strongest June/July. You're not alone In winsome thoughts on nights like these Another heart hurts like yours and craves so
Much an end to this unfinished love
© Joseph G Dawson
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