Speaking of Sunsets

Speaking of sunsets,
that summons day’s end
Times from our past,
in my dreams, I extend

When I look back
with such joyful recall
My memories of you,
so fervently enthrall

Speaking of sunsets,
which perpetually enflame
Like the desires in my heart
that equally remain

I would discover new love,
if I knew of a way
Since you departed
on that miserable
dark day

Each morning promises all,
a new outlook on life
Yet my sadness prevails
amongst heartbroken strife

Speaking of sunsets,
they return every day
Unlike you, my true love,
who chose not to stay

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