My bed is cold
You are not here
I left you alone
For yet another year
Our love grew dreadful
Faces filled with scorn
Our fervent desires
Now forever gone
The storms we fueled
Roared through the night
They only quieted
When our spirits wept
True love is not magical
And happily ever is not forever
Our days are just a measure
Of the purest hearts we treasure
And you my dear are the purest heart I know
For this reason alone
Our love will never go
…away for long

Desta

“Writing is a potion of devotion, magical, mysterious and mighty” Desta

"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. ”
Zora Neale Hurston

>My bed is cold
>You are not here
>I left you alone
>For yet another year
>Our love grew dreadful
>Faces filled with scorn
>Our fervent desires
>Now forever gone
>The storms we fueled
>Roared through the night
>They only quieted
>When our spirits wept
>True love is not magical
>And happily ever is not forever
>Our days are just a measure
>Of the purest hearts we treasure
>And you my dear are the purest heart I know
>For this reason alone
>Our love will never go
>…away for long
>
>Desta
>


Wow, this actually held me captive, and I didn't resist. Nicely written.

Thank you very much for your feedback.

“Writing is a potion of devotion, magical, mysterious and mighty” Desta

"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. ”
Zora Neale Hurston