I sat one evening,
While waiting for you,
And I wrote your name
In bold letters
On the front of the Beatles White Album.
Above your name
I drew one of your eyes,
It is no surprise now,
That your eyes
Burned deep in my soul.
A touch of your hand
Made me understand
What love was.
One gentle kiss
Laid bliss in my heart.
But for you,
Love died,
Though you tried
To hide it.
Many years have now past,
And, at last,
I can love again.
But I can never
Ever,
Listen to the White Album.
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Owain Glyn
