Constance La France Poet Verse

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My Aching Heart

You broke my heart-  my darling and left it bleeding,
I am shattered, battered and ravaged forever;
my soul and spirit mangled and lost in anguish.
      I recall kissing you goodbye for the last time,
      that cold and stormy winter morning;
      then the police came,
      to tell me you had crashed,
                         and you were dead. 
         I have so many memories, 
            memories that should comfort;
but they leave me melancholy and missing you,
you were my heart of hearts, my soulmate, my lover.
now you live only in a secret place within me, my truelove,
                           a name engraved.

I remember-   I remember dragging you to the opera,
you hated opera but came only because you loved me;
oh, Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty and Swan Lake,
      the sensuous sweet melody often put you to sleep.
      but I dreamed of being a dancer,
      and you encouraged me;
      well darling, I am a dancer now,
                              and you are always with me.
         Each performance is for you,
            I pour out my sadness;
and torment and grief as I twirl and leap into the air,
I imagine you in the front row, smiling with pride.
Until my last breath, my darling, the pieces of my heart,
                               will lay in ruin.

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February 7, 2017

Poetry/Verse/You Broke My Heart
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 873-305-0
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Jean Murray February 12, 2017 at 5:06 AM Your pain is palpable Constance. Like poetry, dance is such a wonderful way of expressing yourself. I hope it helps you heal.

White Wolf February 7, 2017 at 9:56 PM Such sorrow, and yet I can sense the tears of joy as she dances away! A great poem and GL