To Love and To Hold
The tingling sweet sensation
As he grabbed my hand
I dared betray my emotion
This path I chose to stand
Side by side in lovers strand
Woven tight by fate’s hand
His stare of phony devotion
How can I question?
The beautiful morning ray, I hoped he not stray
An empty echo as I turned, dared not say
Our journey, the dark lair still lay
Maidan skirt hold his hair at bay
I wander yet again, the lonely day
Marred skin, I swore not to sway
Maybe I cradle his blood, he’d stay.
The path I thread, seems too thorny,
Where once bloomed, now rests agony.
Was it love or hunger cloaked in grace?
Did I chase his warmth, or just a face?
Perhaps my greed was far too shallow,
A hollow need in a painted shadow.
Now echoes laugh where silence grew,
Maybe the mockery always knew.
I hear them now, the whispers, bare,
The stifled truths that lived in the air.
But I was drawn, a moth to flame,
Blind to lies that wore his name.
To love, to hold, I held too tight,
And still he vanished into the night.
I gave my all to a facade
Under the Maiden skirt his oath lay.
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mara Chantal
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