Denied (Photo credit: greeneydmantis)
I drew from the well of his heart
A simple enough place to start
I sought not above nor below
For guidance to follow my part
I grew from the gifts he’d bestow
In attention I’d bask and I’d glow
When I should have worried instead
How little of him I did know
In rejection and pain I have bled
For what was and what was not said
For love spoken and love decried
And bitter the paths where this led
If love is no more than false pride
Whatever allurements are tried
No bridegroom is there for the bride
Thus truth will not be so denied
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Liked the question “if love is no more that false pride/” sometimes that all it seems to be.
Yes, very true, sometimes it does seem that way. Thanks so much for commenting!! 🙂
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beautiful writing as always, helenvalentina.
Thanks so much!!! 🙂 🙂
“In rejection and pain I have bled
For what was and what was not said”
You are brilliant, Sis. Truly.
Thanks so much Skye!! 🙂 🙂 xxx
WOW!
Thank you!!! 🙂 🙂