How clearly brought a rumour or two
beneath the boughs of a secret tree,
where love and sin put forth its rage,
clapping hands within an orchestra's cage.
When the glitter and glare play its radiant part,
snow glistens like a diamond stone in deepest night so dark.
Her cheeks a scarlet, berry tone awaits her royal prince.
brutal blows the truth so hard and difficult to convince.
Quiet be a lonesome maiden who never heard a lie,
stands aware of the vicious and vile while evil said good-bye.
A candlelight extinguished, an explosion took it's place and
a heart fell in the river and flowed many miles in chase.
Waterfalls of tears became a ritual of night
when an aching heart falls hard, nothing can make it right.
She weeps the oldest pain for this maiden is not the first,
meek, mild an innocent child with love an insatiable thirst.
A broken heart befalls this new woman of the game,
she met with a wicked brute who almost drove her insane.
But love does not die, it finds a place in need,
wrinkled faces of the aged replaced that evil seed.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Sept.11/2015
Time: 2: 09 a
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Melvina. Thank you!