Loss of Love - Monica Mancini

Love is storm and wind and tide,

all the tears your heart can hold,

But I look back after Loss of love

and know the days were gold.

I see on fly shattered skies;

not a ray of light to find,

But I look back after Loss of love

and sunlight blinds my mind.

Songs were sung with words as young as May,

But in the midst of summer, winter came;

A chill blew out the flame,

Now the words of haunted songs

ring as clear as they did then.

Still I look back after Loss of Love,

and live to love again,

live to love again.