That first day <br />the house was clean <br />everything was in order <br />the lawn was <br />well manicured like <br />your nails <br /> <br />love was young <br />and its best foot was <br />stepped <br />forward <br /> <br />The rest became part <br />of history <br /> <br />The house fell <br />dirt and dust was all over the <br />yard <br />the garden was gone <br />your nails uncut <br />and you keep on saying <br /> <br />it is all because love <br />is gone <br />and you are telling it to <br />the wind <br /> <br />and you never let him <br />hear it. <br /> <br />love gets old and <br />it too learns to forget <br /> <br />you doubt it <br />that is the real reason<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/because-you-doubted-it/
