Apologies for the rather unimaginative title!

Love, a word of frequent use
But love frequently abused
So here am I stood up once more
To knock upon love's open door

For I have known love in the past
A love which I did hope would last
That love came to a messy end
I lost a love, I lost a friend

Yet now I come here once again
As time's sweet dressing healed the pain
Not lost, but over, is the past
I think I've found my way at last


© Rich Harding, 1986 (9th October)