I loved you once
When we were young
You were the poet
The song unsung
I barely knew
What we’d begun
Before our time was done
I loved you then
I’d love you now
If all our history
We’d avow
But where begin
I know not how
Defeated I withdraw and bow
I’ll love you yet
Some future life
Where loss and lies
Are not so rife
When hearts bleed not
From sharp blade knife
You’ll be the husband, I the wife
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
LOVELY Helen 🙂
Thanks so much!!! 🙂 🙂
Wow…. what a plea… a cry…. a hope. Sad.
Thanks Ray!! 🙂 🙂
Sad but written so beautifully…
Thank you so much! 🙂 🙂
Very nice
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
This really has personal meaning for me…beautiful.
Thank you so much, I’m glad it resonated. 🙂 🙂
Morning tears…..sniff sniff……beautiful, Sis!!
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂 xxx