So This Was Sent, As Desperate Last Plea

So This Was Sent, As Desperate Last Plea The apples were red, delicious as you You left my heart bled, for it once was true Now very far off, there you say alls fine Some laugh and scoff, when I say, she is mine Now you love and live, all without my touch Please will you forgive, love again as much Your future weds mine, you know that is true Will you make this fine, such is overdue Autumn' red leaves fall, once we tread their path Before your last call, venting your great wrath Come back and forgive, this heart aches anew Let us love and live, joined as one, we two. Each night my soul dreams, you sleep in my arms True love oft redeems, I so miss your charms Robert J. Lindley, August 22nd, 1980 Sonnet, ( Love Lost in Grief)