The End…..
She sits in the dark, staring at the moon,
A love so fragile died today,
Instead of flowers, bitter tears are strewn
‘Round a heart withering in decay
The unending grief consuming her world
Explodes….. hurled to an unknown sphere,
A torment revealed, emotions unfurled,
All her dreams sink and drown in each tear
Adrift in a void, a ship with no sail,
A narrative not worth reading,
So her Book of Life tells a tragic tale…..
A mortal wound…. a heart left bleeding
Morning has broken…. her pain is awake,
She reflects on that crimson stain,
Her folded wings start to open and quake,
How she longs to fly far from this pain
As the morning dawns, she wears a strange look,
Watching hope prepare to depart,
Surmising the end, she closes the book,
How will she break the news to her heart?
The Beginning…..
The sun has risen, dark hours are now gone,
His gentle touch awakens her,
The birds have been singing long before dawn,
But his love is what caused her to stir
Joyful spirits are dancing in her heart
With a passion she can’t control,
The veil of loneliness now torn apart,
How his love speaks to her very soul!
Her heart, held captive in an iron cage,
Wrapped in ice, passion could not flow,
Today, her Book of Life turned a new page,
In her eyes there shines the warmest glow
Morning has broken, her joy is awake,
Sad tenants of her bleak domain
Whisper farewell, with no thirst left to slake,
No unreturned affections to feign
A new day is born, her heart is now held
By the man who taught her to sing,
He rescued the heart where sadness once dwelled,
He called her Queen…. she made him her King!
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