Each and every night we would
meet at the lighthouse of love

We would hold each other till
the early morning hours and pray
god would give us just one more moment

On the cliff's edge is where we both
had to walk different ways, each knowing
the other would walk alone with only
the distant sounds of the empty waves
crashing into the rocks below

Oh its been so many many nights since
the nightly trip to the lighthouse, but the
memory that is witheld in the halls of its
harbor will remain an echo of my heart......

Bonnie Collins

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