A Love Never Lost
As Full Moon glares on this wintry night,
I beg for his forgiveness
Plead for his passion, his solitude.
In the Wind lies what I have been
waiting for, however it never
blows my way.
It strays to its East although I am
Far north,
I run in a Fog with arms
outstrecthed, yet you get further beyond
Far South rain comes in whispers,
In Western winds sonnets are poured out on paper.
Rain whispers, sweet words of His love never Forgotten.
As my heart mends its broken vase,
as the fog clears. In my hands
are no longer his poured out sonnets,
But
there in front of me standing astray is my
beloved.
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