Old Golden Love...
Why is it I still carry,
Incised small pieces of old golden love?
Here around my neck on a small gold chain.
I am so old now and grey fills my hair
Incessant are my nights
Where you float across my blue swimming pool
Your face always carrying a smile
And your breasts are covered with yellow dainty flowers.
Maybe the answer is now Christmas is over
Another year of danger,
another year of almost loving someone new,
It’s all over… with just the thought
Spring hurry to me
Winter is gone…
How I wish it was so easy to do.
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