More then I could realize
You, dear one with flashing eyes,
Lifted me unto the skies,
Before the fall.
What once was true is true no more,
Since fate came and closed the door
To your heart, now I stand poor,
Against the wall.
Must my wounded heart now die,
When it needs to soar and fly
Like an eagle, hear my cry-
My heart enthrall
Could you love me, love me soon
From the morn, til fullest moon?
'Twold make my life as bright as noon.
Please hear my call.
Liked this very much, hope it was just speculative scenario. Read mine - Last Rung on Your Ladder. Adeline
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Your sadness of loss stands against the wall of your poem, shining upon the life you now live. Love this poem for it's depth and sublime meaning. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn