Love is Rare
Tender loving care
Love’s elusive
Hard to find
Stay reclusive
Make no sound.
Or try again
Replace the loss
And to regain
The line to cross.
Searching for
A love now gone
Opens the door
To times bygone.
Repeating words
All said before
Is for the birds
Flat on the floor.
Love’s shadow
In a lightning storm
Flooded meadow
On a sultry morn.
If love is lost
What will it mean?
What is the cost
Of hurt unseen.
In the mist
Of early morn
Lips once kissed
Are now forlorn.
Have you gone
What is the price
I’ve undergone
And tossed the dice.
Please come back
My heart yearns so
And back on track
We both can go.
Love is rare
So hard to find
Tender loving care
Of the same mind.
©
David Rudder
2012
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