We left upon an autumn night
to a place we didn't know.
Just like an eagles flight
our love could finally grow.
We left our problems far behind
in search for unforbidden loves.
Our love for each other wasn't blind
for everyone knew we were like two doves.
Then one day in a store
we found out love torn apart.
From now on I'll still want more
of your love from the start.
When time is done
and worries over
we'll still be one
like a field of golden clover.
Michael Widdison
April, 1980
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All My Favorites from 1980-1996
ПоэзияCurrent poems have been written from the 1980's to 1996.
