By prezioso
Date: 2002 Jul 28
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Desolate Isles

Never have I had a rhyme to give.
Not 'til now
For there existed no sadness in the love we lived.
Though you leave me
A thousand bitter tears,
everflowing for the next couple years.
A hundred withering roses
Along with several ungiven proses
In the end, what was it worth?
You have left me alone on this miserable Earth!
With each petal that unfolds,
will exist a story untold.
Such a treacherous heart as always
to leave me for you.
And still;
always ready to trust.
Always ready to forgive.
Love remains ever hopeful,
constant in it's endure,
welcoming and wanting,
without resent.
This is love.
Such a sad, sad story.
Now for you
and always for me.