I once thought that we
Would love on, endlessly.
I thought our love could only grow,
But now I’ve come to know
That no love is safe from harm.
Then are no helpful charms.
In every love there comes a time
When words is your poems no longer rhyme.
Each day some lover drifts away
From a place they said they’d always stay.
You’ll see that you’re slowly drifting apart,
And realize that it’s breaking your heart.
There’s nothing to do to comfort such sorrow,
Except smile and hope for a better tomorrow.
Remember the love that you once had.
Remember the good. Remember the bad.
Remember that day when she said goodbye,
And then you’ll remember how it made you cry.
Dec. 9, 1977
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