Deprived of Your Love
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Written May 05, 2025
For the International Contest, Deprived of your Love
Sponsor, Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I open the ornate gate that takes me to you
as I follow the tree lined path that twists and turns
the sounds of life hush and only bird songs can be heard
I pass headstones old with fading inscriptions some falling over
but the one I seek is newer with a name fresh engraved in cold stone
and then, there it is waiting for me beneath a weeping willow tree
suddenly, I am standing in front of the headstone weeping
for my true love taken from me one snowy cold night
oh my darling, I have been deprived of your love
we had so many plans and dreams that died
At first I was left empty and cried each day
my tears could have filled all the oceans there are
but each time I visited you whispered to me to be strong
and so I reached into my soul and found the courage to go on alone
I found my strength one step at a time and had move on
but, my darling there is not a day you are not with me
not a day ever I will forget my one true love
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2025
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