What Of Love - Poem by Psaltydog's Thoughts
Cobblestone with mildewed surface
Moss growing from the cracks
Barefoot maiden with careworn face
Worn satin cape upon her back
The morning mist forms a slimy surface
Moisture sponges from the cracks
Bare feet, damp, tallies a teary face
What of life, would she dare look back?
Ghostly forms ‘gainst a hazy sun
Ghostly morn where no two can run
What of love, from two hearts begun
What of love, and the song that's sung
Two hearts lost upon a glassy surface
A tarnished ring lost in satin cracks
What life, to never see your face
What life, would we dare look back?
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