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
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Brilliantly written Helen 🙂
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Very unique – lovely. 🙂
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
How lovely. And another format to try!! Thank you, Sis. I loved it!
It’s a fun form, it’s French I think, by origin. 🙂
very nice rounds. I love the rhythm, and the images you create.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂