To A Dead Love - Poem by Martha Nicholson
Once you were beautiful, alabaster, Radiant
Once you were the breath of lilacs, Spring
Once you were love eternal,
Once you were the Alpha and Omega,
But now, my love never again.
Now you are a cold memory.
A pain of despair on a sleepless night,
A memory wanted to be forgotten.
Now you are getting dimmer and dimmer,
No stimulation, no meditation,
Now at last I smile on a Dead Love
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