The Scent Of Faded Love

I found a faded paper,
With words that you once wrote
You'd penned the words of undying love
In that musty, folded note.

But words are sometimes careless
And given away too free
For every word has faded
Just like your love for me.

I hold the yellowed paper,
Then unfold it one last time
I read your words through teardrops
From a love I thought was mine…

I go and light a candle
And the scent of faded love
Rises from my altar…
And drifts to skies above.

I hold the paper, shaking,
Then I pass it through the flame,
And up with smoke and ashes--
Go words that bore my name.

Sharon Frye