Posted on April 12, 2010 at 12:09am
No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue,
No tales of unrequited love,
They were lost when I lost you.
No words to caress his lover's heart,
And gone the dreams he swore they'd live,
But alone within the poet dwells,
No uttered words... none left to give.
No music swells within his soul,
Just silence surrounds his heart,
And the solitude engulfs his world,
When the poet and love depart.
And lost the… Continue