He left his footprints on her lawn,
But his heart he took with him.
No more knocks will be from him,
For he has gone , no more tomorrows.
Why did the words of love fail?
His romance died on the vine.
A fire that once was warm
Is now but ashes on the ground.
moving on *George* having
liked your poem....
Lady Vivian
Ron
budd
rather than feeding himself empty dreams
he can now open himself to new love
as new life can come from emotional ashes
& even from empty dreams!
Love's Perennial & Fragrant Bounty
Fruits Of Love
Vickie
either way...jerry's right it wasn't love....could possibly have been a onenightstand tho