Triolet Poetry
How great my love that was lost;
cherishing the memories,
you have no idea of the cost,
How great my love that was lost,
my bed's all cold and full of frost,
and I live on meager pennies,
How great my love that was lost,
Cherishing the memories.
Copyright McCuen 2009
Copyright © Mc Mc | Year Posted 2009
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