she always goes away <br />this time of year <br />and I always find myself <br />noticing <br /> <br />fact and fiction <br />contradictions <br />separate in ways <br />that hot and cold <br />truth be told <br />are here but always change <br /> <br />she walked silently through <br />the woods <br />held in a hush <br />that never gave rise nor objection <br />to the fact <br /> <br />this story told <br />is one of old <br />of hearts that never mend <br />about lovers dreams <br />what you believe <br />not where you pretend <br /> <br />She remembered the stars that night <br />were brilliant <br />how a story stole her heart <br /> <br />she still's there <br />behind a stare <br />having seen those eyes before <br />finding old amongst the new <br />in a shade of soft subdued <br /> <br /> and a song of ever more<br /><br />Cee Bea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ever-more-4/
