Lost Love Standing by our empty bed, my heart longs to know. Where is that dark and lonely place, where our lost love must go. As I wonder through the lonely night, in search of peace of mind, Somewhere in the darkness, its you I hope to find. Trembling deep inside of me, with the chill of emptiness. I long for what use to be, days filled with happiness.   By D. L. Shotwell Copyright 1997, 1998 D. L. (Brightbill) Shotwell  All rights reserved