Grey
A Love so sweet
I surrendered to thee
We where always us ...
We where always within love ...
But that which once was
Have turned to a distand grey
A surrender in comfort I once found in you
Now discovered in my grief and mysery.
The most Lustrous orbs that once shone to mine
Now a eclipse within aught like mine heart, as it spoke sorrow to me.
Why you had to amerce, I do not know, argal I oft cry from these eyes.
Argal I oft speak my sorrow.
For this love to thee ...
Is now but a distant grey ...
Copyright © Martin Engelbrecht | Year Posted 2017
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