Love walks with me the empty street
Through nagging cries coaxing retreat
Stepping around an old defeat
Rags of dust over aching feet
Love walks with me the empty street
Facing all odds, all exceptions
Steering past lies, shams, deceptions
Hopes which die before inception
Love walks with me the empty street
On storm beaten paths, in ditches and puddles
Where seasons of past have rendered a muddle
I ramble, I shuffle, I lag, I huddle
Love walks with me the empty street
Through treacherous climbs of pathways so steep
Curbsides lay laden with milestones in heaps
Where salt crusted eyes wait begging to weep
Love walks with me the empty street
Turning a corner it happens by chance
When into its eyes I manage a glance
It bats them at me in fetching conceit
Love walks with me the empty street
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