Poetry of John Shaw

      Dormant Love Fleeting


      Inside an old heart
      an old heart such as mine
      you'll find some love there
      just passing the time
      A time of eternity
      A time of mournful glee
      A time when I can only think of you and of me
      I remember back somewhere sometime out yonder there
      when my heart was brand new
      and my sense did not care
      I fell for you I did
      the rest does not matter
      for down in my heart
      there's still a pitter patter
      of a love that still smolders
      of a love that's all mine
      of a love full of warmth
      just passing the time


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