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Remembering the Love

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .

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Once again the night was riding in,

she sat at her window,

no longer waiting,

more out of habit.

Always wishing that but for a moment,

she could rise up,

to be with him in the never ending sky,

to fly to him on the wings of love.

She knew he had a new home now,

where the worries of the world-

had long faded.

Yet, when twilight came,

she found herself as usual,

in the chair by the window,

waiting for him to come home.

It was upon such a night,

when she was weary of waiting,

there came a rapping upon the window pane,

a bright light shone all about

and she knew that if only for the night,

he had come to her -

to tell her he loved her still.

He had come on the wings of love,

from high up above,

the warmth of love light –

began her soul to fill.

He was there,

so very near

and she knew,

that she would continue,

her nighttime vigils,

while life still went on,

while she could manage in the daytime,

but oh, what wonder,

what amazing love,

was all around,

when in the night he came –

on the wings of love.

© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee

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