Once more forsaken
Stop my heart from weeping, crying love’s rain,
come hither at least in my daydream haze,
to feel for another, to stop the pain,
desiring to attract your loving gaze.
Perhaps not the beauty of innocence,
but that of kindness, although long taken,
forbidden, but in search of condolence,
the minds rationality was shaken.
Yet the heart needed mending, for all else,
the whispering heart could not be mended.
But naive was the youthful zeal, so false,
acts of lust not to be comprehended.
Leading with haste to a wrong course taken,
to suffer again, once more forsaken.
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015