John Stuart Edwards
All alone with fear,
Seething moments last a year;
Heart is aching, it is clear,
No one hostess, no one dear.
And then across a crowded room,
The light it flickered my selfish doom;
Her hand raised high, my heart a tomb,
To see her eyes, my soul in loom.
When she spoke, could it be?
Something changed inside of me;
My broken heart no more I see,
The kindest smile, hers was the key.
It’s been some time since I was there,
To trust in something not a dare;
With little courage and without a care,
Our hearts are open, our souls will fare.
She is the lady that I seek,
A peaceful calmness, a sassy streak;
Days of sadness, future bleak,
Are no more for we are strong… not weak.
So here we are a fortune told,
To our elders not so old;
The warmth of love and not the cold,
A walk together, our hearts unfold;
A walk together, my love you hold.
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