Mid-Life Crisis
J Joyce Hemsley
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She told him ~ 'love cannot be'.
And still he kept on walking.
She said ~ 'romance is over'.
And still he continued talking.
'Never touch me' she said...
'Our sweet love seems dead'
But each word flew over his head.
Mood swings had happened before.
He ignored them, could listen no more.
So he answered her, saying:
'My true love's not waning...
Come, meet me at dawning
In the peace of the morning
And tell me you love me still.
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