Lost love

Love’s blowing in the wind.
Love’s scorching my soul no end.
It cries aloud in the darkness.
Love blasts the tears from my eyes.
Hot eruptions burn down my cheeks.
I cry, I cry, why! why! Oh why!
Gone gentle love, thoughtful love,
Love’s choking absence sadness leaves;
Love’s in the photographs of time past;
Love’s shinning there, in the lamp of my heart;
Oh pride and desperation where are you now?
Complaints and guilt have sent you away.
Love’s in the music, feelings deep.
Love’s in the music, therefore I weep.

Cy, 198?