Broken Love
Mind brooding I sit, shadows play upon the floor,
In turmoil comes, yet once more, scenes I so abhor.
Lingering memories, the world turns as before,
yet love now gone with no desire to gain restore.
Her silken hair, eyes of blue, laughter to adore,
a touch so soft like morns breeze set my heart to soar.
Gowns satin, finest lace, and jewels in galore,
a smile so warm men swoon, her favor to implore.
Come early home there brought a sound I must explore,
two bound in loves embrace viewed through bed chamber door.
My eyes must lie, through tears a scene of sins amour,
my love, my very breath... deceiving wanton whore.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
1/12/17
Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr | Year Posted 2017
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