💕 I Think Of You Quite Often 💓 Poem by James McLain

I think of you quite often, when the rain
Falls gently through the tender autumn air,
And every leaf, half golden, whispers pain,
A fleeting sadness I could almost wear.

I think of you when twilight softly gleams
Along the river's silver-threaded edge,
Where sunset mingles with forgotten dreams,
And night is but a whispered, quiet pledge.

I think of you when morning breaks the night,
The first blush in the sky, a bloom of rose,
Reminds me of your laughter, pure, and bright—
The sound that every dawn within me knows.

I think of you when stars begin to glow,
Like promises of peace upon the sea,
And in their quiet sparkles, I still know
You are the light that shines, though far from me.

I think of you when wind moves through the trees,
Its haunting melody a soft refrain,
That echoes memories across the seas,
Of times we lived, in joy, without a stain.

I think of you in silence, when the moon
Is hanging like a wish upon the sky,
A whispered thought that fades away too soon—
But lingers, like a soft, unspoken sigh.

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