Unrequited

She sits in her room and stares at a sight A lonely impulse of a dimming light Streaming across through a crack in the blind For she knows he will not be here tonight There was a time when the sun pulsed great light And brilliant was their love with colored hues delighting favor with their favorite muse An estactic joy with rapture unbound Redundant as a vibrant echoed sound Reverberating through a verdant glen Their tumultuous love had died and then She sits there in her lonely room and pouts And ponders at the love thats gone and past Their love was not as strong enough to last August 29, 2015