Comments about James Wade
The Heart's Sad Quest.
Sadness now rises with every new dawn,
preceded by sorrow with night endured long.
The days often bright, but no mirth do they bring,
overshadowed with dark clouds from the pain bourne within.
The heart pierced soo deeply as from dagger in hand,
alas, look to the ground, but no blood in the sand.
Joy quickly parted afoul of heart's plan,
all happines gone, it hath fled from the land.