Love Renewed
Love Renewed
My heart is like an empty nest.
Feel free to come and rest.
We must rise above the pain, above the treachery
Going after new love does not cure the heart.
We must recreate the old love.
With the same heart that is struck, broken and wounded.
Drunkard asks
In how many pegs?
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for those who have already died
Copyright © Venetia Crasta | Year Posted 2017
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