There must be a place, like an elephant bone-yard, <br />Where lost loves go to wait for a dance, <br />A place where perhaps they might not feel so lonely, <br />And can dream that they still have a chance. <br /> <br />In this beautiful place a blue ribbon's not bad, <br />And there's honor in just coming close, <br />All regrets here are shed like an unneeded skin, <br />Any thoughts that you failed - grandiose! <br /> <br />Where salt tears shed in vain simply transform to rain <br />That God sends us to nurture new growth, <br />And our paths to the future are all paved with gold, <br />Rainbow promises beckon us both. <br /> <br />For I swear long lost love you are still in my heart, <br />Know - we've not seen the end of God's plan. <br />Rejoice in the fact that till time comes to an end, <br />You are woman and I am a man.<br /><br />Brian Johnston<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-loves-rev-1/
