An old shoe box under the bed, <br />filled with mementoes of years gone by. <br />Faded love letters stained with tears, <br />I used to cry. <br />They tell of the joy I knew one spring, <br />of laughter and fears. <br />And of the love we said would remain, <br />throughout our growing years. <br />The spring is gone and so are you; <br />the letters are all that remain, <br />of the love we once knew, <br />in that far off spring. <br /> <br />14 Nov.1978<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/faded-love-letters/
