Visions of You

 

Visions of you,

leave me sad and blue.

At times I don’t know what to do.

I have yet to meet another like you,

for the depth of your character,

runs rare and is few.

Your ambition is vivid in all that you do,

it’s one of the special things I love about you.

Visions of you,

make me both happy and sad,

as I recall the times,

that were both good and bad.

You swept in like a craze,

and went out like a fad.

But these visions of you,

keep alive what we had.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

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