Chapter 11
My Love by Red Cliff Hall Read for Libby Woksted Org by Jule Niedermeier My love is a bird with a broken wing, Alone in a stormy night. My love is a lark that forgets to sing,
And dies with the morning light. My love is a rose that the wind has torn And crushed with a breath of pain. My love is song with the sweetness gone, A tune with a lost refrain.
My love is a ghost that has missed its way, A spirit from heaven cast. My love is a joy of a bygone day, The soul of a burning past. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
