Love’s Clown

Gaze at the fire glowing red

Hearing carols in my head

Smell the pine of the tree

Wishing you were here with me

I light the candle in the dark

A flame from a spark

Climbs out of the well of my heart

I always seem to play the part 

Every year I try to drown

Feelings that love let me down

I am always love’s clown

C. Lin Rawlins December 2000©

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