You’re on the edge of my view

When anyone comes here, when anyone phones 
I wonder if it is you
When shadows are moving, when nightfall appears
I  cry ‘cos I’m still feeling blue
And in the soft morning,I see your dear face
Dream thoughts mixed into my view
People say I must not  cry, tears should not enter my eye
I shall  pretend that it’s dew
I still cannot paint or draw, wondering what I saw
You’re on the edge of my view
But when I turn my head around, there’s nothing but birds passing by
How can I love someone new?

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