(Regrets of Love)
Now that the battle is over
But neither side won the war
I retreat to nurse my wounds
And recall my Rue D' Amour
To keep myself in fighting trim
I daily remembered the bad
Now I sift through the broken past
And grieve for good times we had:
...The bank of a cold, raging river
Love in the heat of a desert day
Bed of sand in the shade of boulders
Laughing, naked, free, we play...
...Warm summer days, clear nights
Filled with music, laughter, and smoke
Long drives, and hikes in the woods
Making love in places remote...
...Blissful hours on the Water
Amid sun, and wind, and wave
Making our plans for a future
You never intended to save...
(...ships horns in the night...
they're playing our song...listen,
do you hear them?...)
A. K. Garrigus
May16, 1996
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