Apron undone
Weeping begun
Once keeping a heart was sincere
Hands clasp a face
Wrought with disgrace
From a love bound to disappear
Precious and free
The final decree
Resolving to harbor alone
Their love couldn't last
Memories of the past
Or a heart that she never did own
I agree with Graham. A wonderful economy of words, and every one of them hits the target.
An excellent piece of writing, short sharp and to the point, an enjoyable read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Christine, you've captured the delicate nature of the human heart. Excellent write! Brian