The greatest love I've ever known
Was snatched away by fate
It left me with dark shadows
Also bitterness and hate
It threw me close to madness
Cloaked my soul in deep despair
Her scent was all around me
Then disappeared into thin air
I felt her breath upon my cheek
Her touch upon my face
Her presence pulls at every step
Like fragile strips of lace
She clouds my thoughts in unknown ways
At night I hear her sighs
I force the burning tears to stop
As they rush to fill my eyes
Fate is fickle at its best
We are as so much grain
Why give to me an angel
Then replace her with such pain.
A word painting of lyrical sadness. Ten for this. Kind regards, Sandra Fowler
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It's that 'Why'question Graham, and there is no answer to it is there. We are given Joy, and then it is changed to sadness, like a seesaw, a continuous thing which goes up and down, good and bad, love and hate, laughter and sorrow. An 'oh' such true write. Very nice toread. Love Ernestine XXX