........'tis when i'll stop loving you


by Linda M. Festa

                    Darling... you are the world to me
               The moon, the stars and the deep blue sea
                        And i'll always love you so
                   It's a feeling that will never, ever go
                             i will love you......

              Till i can no longer feel the raindrops stinging
                  and in my ears, the wind's not ringing
                 Till my tears of aloneness no longer fall
                     as i await your long needed call
                     Till the flame of a lighted candle
                     does not whisper with the wind
            and a child forgets the sound as the angels sing
           Till a newborn's cry of pain does not rend my heart
                     and a fire dies with ne'er a spark
             Till lovers never quarrel, and fear is not abound
         where people once united, refuse to stand their ground
                     Till tomorrow is but a nightmare
                         in someone elses dream
                and he and she come apart at the seams
               Till the train stops the world from revolving
                       and no'one wants to get off

                      ...'tis when i'll stop loving you

                       Till the numbers two and two
                          simply do not ring true
              Till peace is merely something shadows see
                      ignoring you ------ ignoring me
                 Till a father loves his young nevermore
                             and a mother too
               'tis then, and only then... i'll stop loving you
                 Till life is dead and the new dawn rises
                    to bring no more sweet surprises
                      Till lovers not the stars do see
                  as they woo each others hearts-to-be
                Till the oak trees bare no hearts engraved
                 etched out of love, by those who braved
                Till no sounds of birds come to your ears
                    and time alone adds to your tears
                    Till i've no breath within my bones
                   and God has come to take me home

                      ...'tis when i'll stop loving you


Verse ©1990 Linda Melody Festa
Email her at: dragon34@cwix.com Visit her website at: Melody's Writing of the Heart


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