Dear Editor A Love lost!
So I must unpick a golden thread, from thoughts embroidered in my head.
A twinkling star has left the scene, now shadows, where fond memories have been.
The fabric of my mind has lost its sheen.
And in my heart unseen, a tiny rent, a trace, of treasured moments spent.
To meet with you and share again, to be and to look apon.
Oh! the loneliness that surrounds, every second that you are gone.
In a loveless wilderness I wander, with feelings that are bereft, now nothingness to ponder, or wonder what is left.
Yours sincerely Robert Cuthbert Imrie.
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