Comments about K.M. Naumann
Broken Heart Riddles
At last it has happened, with my heart tired and worn,
True sorrow is felt, salty tears are the form.
My hands and lips quiver, of the pain from this thorn.
How could this go on to awake on such a morn?
And here come the questions, out of my mind they pour,
'How could this happen? You promised, you swore.'
My hands cover my face, forgetting what I cry for.
'Is it true that we, will be we no more? '
My love was suppressed, by your bold uncertain force.
Now I must wonder, 'Do you even feel remorse? '
You came in heroic, on a white horse.