The Torn Blanket Poem by Sarah Naiding

Sometimes I grow restless, thinking of spring,
The love that we shared, the joy it would bring.
How beautiful it was—our hearts took flight,
Do you remember those dreams at night?

Oh, love, oh love, where did you go?
The spring has vanished, the winds still blow.

We wove our dreams ‘neath the blossom's gleam,
The moon bore witness, it heard our dream.
But seasons change, and the nights grew cold,
The fire we kindled slipped from my hold.

Oh, love, oh love, where did you go?
The spring has vanished, the winds still blow.

The blanket we shared lies tattered and torn,
Once soft with warmth, when love was born.
Desires have frayed it, threads come apart,
It cannot cover this aching heart.

Oh, love, oh love, where did you go?
The spring has vanished, the winds still blow.

Yet still I keep it, a token of time,
Of whispered vows and a love so prime.
Though spring has faded, its ghost will stay,
Wrapped in my memory, night and day.

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