For If To Me Her Love Belonged Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
For If To Me Her Love Belonged
For if to me her love belonged
I'd sing for joy this day,
And yet I know what're I try
It cannot be this way,
For now I have to spend my life
Admiring from afar,
But still my love shall never fade
And shine like yonder star.
Please pity me o God above
And spare me of this woe,
For her and I were meant to be
And yet it is not so,
For fate has been so harsh and cruel
And torn my life apart,
It cast my dreams like autumn leaves
And broke my loving heart.
What waits for me I do not know
Tomorrow could reveal,
The birth of spring and better times
For then my wounds may heal,
While winter bites its bitter cold
Shall chill me to the bone,
For every time I think of her
Reminds me I'm alone.
A virtual hand upon the shoulder doesn't seem enough here my friend, so for now I simply say, , , I know that feeling Take care Love duncan X
A captivating poem of a love and a broken heart, a very sad yet wonderful read! ! *10*! Best regards! Friend Thad
A cracking write which has all the components correctly fitted. Delightful to read this one, the flow was spot on. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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4/23/2024 1:52:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love the way you've introduced the seasons into this melancholy piece. They beautifully mirror the emotional tapestry that you have woven to share your sorrow. Your words are sad, and yet there is a hint of optimism in the final stanza. Spring surely is coming. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥