Letter To Karin
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What are those things I do not know
I've done, to make you hate me so?
I've searched my mind for most a life
For what I worked to bring you strife
And as I sift thoughts past, thereof
Those mem'ries only breathe of love
The moments, many, spent with you
Midst yearning's tender rendezvous
Yet, I'm within your heart and head
The brute you feel were better dead
I wonder, do you wait those words
Of my swift passing? And once heard
Will then not come the smallest start
Of longings, deep within your heart
For all sweet, tender moments, ours
The petals of those thornless flowers
That bloomed so many bygone years
And grew from love, as well as tears
That you have somehow made a sin
Oh, how can such crimes ever spin?
The dearest love you've turned awry
And I've not but the question, why?
Now, when I leave, my final thought
Will be, what is this crime I wrought
That took my dearest love from me?
Oh pray, can you please help me see?
Can you not spare one crumb this bread
Before your first true love ... is dead?
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2020
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