Winters Time
With the frost on the window panes,
I see the face of a love long gone.
The sound of children playing in the snow used to bring me joy,
Now it leaves a pain in my soul.
The fire burns bright the sound of logs crackling fill the night,
But all I hear is the sound of my breaking heart.
The home we once shared is so lonely,
How I miss the love that once was mine all because not to my heart
I listened but to my mind.
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