The Faithful Abide
In the garden, by the french doors, watching the path, Waiting for the one and only one who won't come. Life is a long, unending glimpse of the future Without her, with no exemption or resumption Of the love we shared, we lost, she took it away. Wasted time, wasted life, it may seem so to you And I have felt the same myself, but nevermore. I have seen, down the lane, a shadow as my soul Wends down the grassy lane, my dea...