The Hardest Part... …
What my love has sent you there once more into the breach so close and yet so distant and so far out of reach.
Something in my soul cried out in my heart there was no doubt. You faded into oblivion now a spectre, a blurry vision.
Who my love was it that hurt you? were you played; emotions fused? seduced you with her love then stole away ..... from you.
Did I deserve the tears that followed when you, my life left hollowed? Did you feel the need to do what someone else had done to you?
The hardest part; to try forget all this love, inside me yet I can’t believe you’d hurt me so ignore the love, just turn and go!
© E. Bretton – all rights reserved 8 July 2004
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Yet Elga , the Light still doth shine for them that keep the faith , God will requit in full measure those who are faithful to him , and him alone .
Peter Paton
LP
in the creation of BEAUTY.
I salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Love Tinka
romance die on the vine, because of what another has done.
How well I know this scene! Superb poetry!The art is gorgeous!
(((HUGS))) to you from the United States, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D