Krista Lingle

Rookie (1-14-92 (Still living) / Richland, Washington)

Ballad Of A Lost Love - Poem by Krista Lingle

Oh woeful, my love, is me forever
Losing ye, dear, to the lonely sea
My love for ye growing forever and always
Oh woeful, my love, is me

My love grows more as the days pass by
For ye that is lost at sea

Slowly, slowly, my soul sings a solo
A solo that pours o'er your watery grave
The sad, sweet song 'tis my life ne'er changing
I try, dear one, to be brave

My love grows more as the days pass by
For ye that is lost at sea

The brightness of joy fades day by day
Forevermore I wear black
I do feel as though I, too, am dead
Please, sweet one, come back

My love grows more as the days pass by
For ye that is lost at sea


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 12, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 12, 2010


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