A love never spoken
Just a flower that’s pressed
Still fragrant years later
All tear drops unshed
And in this we have bled
We have bled
A step never taken
Given over to fear
Remembering joys never known
From words never said
And in this we have bled
We have bled
A door never opened
A whisper so unheard
Just regret in the shadows
Hanging over this bed
And in this we have bled
We have bled
A love never treasured
A passion denied
Just a harlequin dancing
By the piper we’re led
And in this we have bled
We have bled
(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved
Touching poetry, Helen.
Thanks so much! 🙂 🙂