When the voice of my soul cries out,
In this
darkness still –
Remembering the times we made love,
As
moonlight cast upon the hill.
A better love I have never found,
As these
thoughts at night arise –
Why, why, does your memory haunt me?
And why do
I still hear your cries?
Whispers, whispers, deep into the night,
And it
starts when I fall asleep –
O the regrets that I let you slip away,
And I am
left here to weep!
When the voice of my soul cries out,
Will it
find love again – that I doubt!
Epaphroditus© January 12, 2024
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