Sometimes I sit and wonder ,
How would it really be ?
A life of never loving
A wonder such as thee .
Would life be any shorter ,
A kiss taste just as sweet ,
The summer any colder ,
The winter winds replete ?
Would music be less joyful ,
The springtime less adorned ?
Would colors fade in autumn ,
And roses be more thorned ?
Would words be less enchanting ,
From warm and gentle friends ?
And would life be less cherished
Until life's journey ends ?
All lovers grant life's pleasures ,
No matter how displayed ;
Or found to be worth knowing ,
Decline , when their loves fade .
It's well that I just wonder
And dream of what won't be .
A life of never loving
A wonder such as thee .
GREENWOLFE 1962
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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