Hidden
Her eyes sparkled as if from wine,
But it was early in the day.
I could near feel her lips on mine,
But she made no effort to stay.
Her feelings hidden somewhere deep
Within her mysterious soul .
She turned to walk as if in sleep,
And left me there alone and cold.
She had buried our only chance
Beneath some dark and hidden past.
As I looked on a dead romance,
And pondered the die she had cast.
Was it love that she had hidden?
What role was this I'd been bidden?
2/8/2017
Hybronnet
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Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2017
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