An Endless Kind of Love

Oh, but that my heart would sing again,
with love so bright and new;
alas it has been tied up tight,
just with the memories of you.

A love once shared by us,
so true, so very deep;
an endless kind of love,
now, still makes me weep.

For memories are all I have,
of our days together love;
the love still there, but you are not,
though you watch from up above.

Through every day, year after year,
I watch all of the women and men;
my heart still longing, just for you,
If only my heart could sing again.

Yet one love is eternity,
one love, well, it suits me just fine;
others, they have found another,
perhaps, one day, another will be mine.

Yet, when you love as we have loved,
and lived as we did live;
there is no other who can compare,
to whom my heart I can give.

Oh, but that my heart would sing again,
one day it will, I know;
so until that day comes knocking,
my dear, I love you so.

© Leslie C Dobson