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Isabella Seccombe Poem
He did not love her, yet she adored him.
For the naive soul who fell all alone,
Ablaze with a fiery yearn for him,
Her Fondness met with a heart of cold stone.
Wept as the fire died, saw embers of him.
The embers burnt black, and she became scarred.
Discovered merely hatred within him,
The truth was unveiled and her heart was charred.
To be lonely in love is to suffer,
No solace in solitude it is grim,
Dreams are lonely with only one owner,
She wants to share her dream of love with him.
To love him, to love you, is all I ask
Let my heart find peace and remove my mask.
Copyright © Isabella Seccombe | Year Posted 2010
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Isabella Seccombe Poem
Send all your men,
I surrender,
I will not say 'don't shoot',
For what's gone is gone,
The battle is lost.
Yet whilst my hollow frame,
Aches and yearns,
This world still turns.
So don't seek reason,
Don't ask why,
Drown in loss.
What's gone is gone.
Copyright © Isabella Seccombe | Year Posted 2010
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Isabella Seccombe Poem
Seek the truth,
Discover the truth.
Floods of Enlightenment,
Drown the doubt.
This is me,
It has always been me.
I just got lost.
Copyright © Isabella Seccombe | Year Posted 2010
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