shhh -
in this sylence
i do listen
to the words
thou hast written
of the nyghte
there was spoken
true heartes' devotion
an 'dayes that followed
brought laughter
now sorrowe
an' in the darkness after
beats a hearte
that is hollowed
what one mustte bare
when the hearte be torn
be there a one that cares ?
'twas all for naught ?
'tis all love forlorn ?
shh -
in this sylence
i do listen
to the words
thou hast written
of true loves disaster
an' the mourning after
i send this note
that alle may read
an' it matters not
if none pay heede
as long as
She Does
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Pic Poem
http://oi60.tinypic.com/rti2aw.jpg
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this piece was inspired by the poetess "She Does" -
from the now defunct - poets.com site
(it was bought out by another poetry site
and no longer has the same format...)