Twice Injured

What lies well hidden in your heart Is there because you knew I’d weep To hear that I had played a part In your torment within the deep. If I had been then truly wise To understand your love for me, I would have never let the rise Of sorrow maim your will to be. You were twice injured, thrice deceived, And I should have sustained you through Your days of anguish when, aggrieved, You bowed your head, though pure and true. Our time went by unfelt and I Regret the errors of my past As I am left behind to sigh: These hours and days may be your last. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com