Rondelet Rounds

Red rose

Red rose (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Desolate soul
With your loss I’m broken and bare
Desolate soul
Would my pain engulf me here whole
Render me unconscious of care
Make all those that see me beware
Desolate soul

Woken again
Hear your voice on my telephone
Woken again
With no need to hide or pretend
I would make my life here your own
If you’d but forgive, I’d atone
Woken again

Lost in our hearts
No more denial in our words
Lost in our hearts
This is where perfection may start
This is much more than I deserved
All our needs and dreams here preserved
Lost in our hearts

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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8 Responses to Rondelet Rounds

  1. Juned says:

    Brilliantly written Helen πŸ™‚

  2. words4jp says:

    Very unique – lovely. πŸ™‚

  3. How lovely. And another format to try!! Thank you, Sis. I loved it!

  4. mariyakoleva says:

    very nice rounds. I love the rhythm, and the images you create.

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