For the Heartbroken Poetry Contest of Constance La France
(swap quatrain form) "So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.” E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly Bereft am I now that you’ve gone. You took the sunshine from my dawn and star-shine from the midnight sky. Now that you’ve gone, bereft am I. Where heart once was, there’s now a stone. Away from me all dreams have flown. All hope’s abandoned me because there’s now a stone where heart once was. My sweet relief- my joy you stole. How cruel has become your soul to leave me nothing but this grief. My joy you stole – my sweet relief. Each empty night, I lie in bed and think of all that went unsaid. How could you leave me with this plight? I lie in bed each empty night. My nights stretch long when I can’t sleep. Sometimes I picture you and weep. Oh, hear my heartbroken love song. When I can’t sleep, my nights stretch long.
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