We miss the hand that held us

The loss  of those beloved
Can  we live without them
Where are you,love?
What are your intentions?

As on we go
We miss the hand that held us
Where are  you, love?
Where are your dear shoulders?

Down through the years
We seek and never find them
Where are you, love
Where are your inventions

On  old photographs
You move my heart to weeping
Where are you, love?
Soon I too shall be sleeping

Words that we made
Now are never spoken
Images will fade
But my heart is always open,

Come back, my love
I can’t live without you
With the white dove
I’d like  to find worlds novel

Where are you,love
Where are all the lost ones?
Where are you, love,
The children and the last ones?

Last  ones shall be first
The wealthy  all rejected
Loved ones are not  cursed
Nor to  ills subjected

Come back,dear  love
Come back,sweet love
As the white dove
Flies still above
Oh, where are you, my love?