THE cold wind blows
From the south
And I can hear whispers
From your mouth.
It’s very cold in winter
In my mind you’ve left
A splinter.
You’ve left me and
There is no doubt
Our love is through
And out.
A scar you’ve left
In my heart
Why did you go
And our sweet love
Part?
I write this letter
So you’ll return one
Day
Don’t let our love
Burn Away
Now our love
Is void and none
Why have you gone?
Francis Page
Pontalun Close
Barry
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