A French Sonnet
Bonsoir mon cher was all she had to say;
a world at war - so cruel to every heart,
a million lives now lost and torn apart.
Bonsoir mon cher and then she walked away.
We shared our tears while parting on that day
and every wish our language could impart
revealed the truth we both knew from the start;
our temporary space in lives delayed.
Though years have flown I still see her first glance
and lovely smile she shared when e'er we danced.
A war that roiled about us long ago -
the Allied crush that saved the lld-de-france;
Life's twist of fate that begot our romance,
until, at last, I knew we had to go ...
Copyright © craig cornish | Year Posted 2018