Sitting quietly in my solitude,
I took up my picture of you
into my hands.
And gazed deep into your eyes.
My remembrandts ran wild
With the evening wind through my open window
And I thought of all the pain in love’s gone-by’s.
I remembered how sorrowful the long nights
used to be,
But what made the pain worth while--
I’d endure it all over again--
Is that out of this tragedy love had made
My once desolate life of chance,
Came the deep love through which
I cherish you.
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