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I Have Lived For Laughter

And For The Splendor Of Things;

But, Beguiled By love

Of What Its Possibilities Seemed.

Yet, To What It’s Beginning

Did Its End

Now Come About?

From Laughter Of Years

To Sorrow And Tear?

Whenever I Dream

That I am Flying High

With You!

How Something Unseen,

Would Always Clip My Wings

And Send Me Tumbling

Back To Earth. 


As If To Remind Me,

That I, Could Rise No Higher

With You

Than Your Love

Would Allow Me To Go,

When Suddenly Came The Thought:

That This Too

Must Also Be A Dream!

Yet, Again,

And Over Again, 

I Awaken To Discovery. . . .

I Am Alone!