Jan 2013
Have I forgotten the passion within
All for a prince and a king
But what might have been
Not even tears for what might have been
My tears unspoken, eyes that would never cry
Love is dead.
He stood with the world at his feet
The beguiling love of an honest-man
Now the world marches by
All to the lamentations of that also ran.
All for a prince and a king
But what might have been
Not even tears for what might have been
My tears unspoken, eyes that would never cry
Love is dead.
He stood with the world at his feet
The beguiling love of an honest-man
Now the world marches by
All to the lamentations of that also ran.
Like most of my poems I never seem to finish them. They are always rough, always needing polish. Advice is always welcomed
