To think there was once a time~
when love filled our happy home.
When our lives were going just fine~
and we never worried about being alone.
So just what happened to us?
Where did our love go?
Our hearts have turned to dust~
and there is no warmth left to show.
This house has grown empty and cold~
and I grow weary within its walls.
It is a long time to grow old~
when the splendor of another love calls.
There is a space between us where love used to reside.
I am restless and living in misery.
There is nothing left when love has died~
but sad dreams of what used to be.

Copyright 1999 Heather Bahnmaier. All Rights Reserved.

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