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I will unfold a story
of a sad lover's quarrel.
It had snowed all through the night
and was bitter cold-
We were in bed soft as nesting doves-
His kisses beautiful and gentle as a flower.

Then-  "TIME TO GET UP!" (he announced)
and he jumped out of bed to get ready
for his job in the city-
I sat up sleepy and looked outside-
It was a sea of pure white snow and still falling!
I followed him and said, "DON'T GO (please
darling!)' He told me I was silly and to go back to bed-
and some awful, hurtful words followed: (from both of us)
Words are weapons on the soul that never fade.

He slammed the door! (when he left)
I hung my head in sadness and went back to sleep.
And my dreams of him sailed across a blue sky
and the drum of time rolled.
I was sorry for the mean words and would kiss them away-
But, a fatal message winged its way to me-
                                  A loud knock on the door!

We regret to inform you-
Now, my life is weather-stained with tears
and my dreams are lost-
In the vastness of cold snow-draped headstones:
                                until I stand at his weeping!

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March 2, 2017

Poetry/Free Verse/Love's Altercation
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 881-274-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym


Written for the Lover's Quarrel Contest
sponsor, Lewis Raynes

First Place

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