Where the Bluebirds Sing
Oh my heart, my heart, my heart I hold in my hand,
And I bring it to you, my love, on this rainy day I come;
Where the wind takes my hair and I walk among the rows,
The quiet rows of headstones.
Our destiny was decided above,
There was no time for us written.
Our love but a moment in time and then our dreams died.
We thought we had forever,
Tears is all I have to give you;
And my heart, my heart is yours.
And if I fall along the way in this life, will you take my hand?
Will you carry me along?
I know you dwell above,
Where the bluebirds sing.
And if I fall along the way will you take my hand and carry me?
We thought we had forever. . .
Oh, why does love have to die!
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June 16, 2015
Verse unrhymed
Submitted in the contest, Any Old Poem #10, sponsor, Skat
Fifth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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