GREENWOLFE 1962 - Life Without A Name

As rain came down in rhythm,
My teardrops fell in rhyme.
The wind blew love around me.
I missed it all this time.

The charm of every season
Was lost with every word.
And the sound of our contentment
Was something never heard.

The chill of every winter
Came early in the fall.
And the burning heat of summer
Came with no warmth at all.

Our burning lives made passion,
With flaming love no part;
Till all our world was ended
By a misplaced empty heart.

It lasted near a lifetime,
But I dare not place the blame.
I took it all for granted,
Our life without a name.

GREENWOLFE 1962

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