Lost Love Poem by Tom Billsborough
Lost Love
Sweet as a flute.
Soft as the peach blossom falls.
Her song recalls
Her first lost love
Who once upon his lute
Accompanied her, her soul,
Under these blossoming boughs.
Will she remain for ever
In her yesterday?
One can hear the lute's ravishing sound with the enchanting soft peach blossoms intensifying this courtship that once was. One can understand and sympathize with the unrequited love ending.
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5/20/2024 5:12:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Her first lost love! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.