Always,
Dreaming of love,
Which she had
Never, ever known,
A heart,
So sensitive
So sweet,
And yet!
Had never made
Another,
For it beat.
Like a child
Without a home,
Her life
Gathered,
The painful remnants
Of an empty,
Storm
Love never grown,
A wasted life,
That never knew,
The joys of love,
And so can,
Irreparably,
Be torn.
She never knew,
Why,
Day by day
That feeling grew
As skies turned
Gray…
And years died, too
As nothing
Moved,
The earth was parched,
Her lips were still,
Her Body,
Claimed,
By Venus fair
No longer there,
And so you see
Love isn’t free,
It has
The silent power
To slowly,
Kill you,
Thru Life’s
Ungrateful,
Empty, plea.

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