profile it (Photo credit: wader)
A profile of you
Pensive, by the door
Reflecting times past
When we twirled upon
A rose-bled dance floor
Slope of nose
Slightly raised chin
In this silhouette
All memoirs of love
Will end as they begin
Your voice is a song
I sing when no-one is there
Reminds me of your face
As you stopped a moment
To glance back, on the stair
As you left, a profile of you
Departing, when all is gone
Is the last that I
Will recall of this
Heartbreak’s final song.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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[ Smiles ] This is a lovely poem.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
[ Smiles ] You are welcome, my friend!
Well, that was pretty sad.
Yes, was meant to be wistful, accepting, but sad. 🙂
Obviously not my profile. Mine doesn’t so much have a ‘slope of a nose’ as ruddy great cresta run.
LOL!!!! 🙂
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Sad, but also beautifully penned. Thank you for the read.
Thank you for reading, and commenting!! Much appreciated!! 🙂 🙂
Mournfully sad and yet beautiful Sis xxxxx
Thanks so much Roxi!! 🙂 xxx
So sad…but beautiful. Thank you, Helen.
Thank you for reading!! 🙂 🙂
Helen this is truly exquisite, haunting and heart-breaking, beyond words
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂