~ The End. ~


~ The End. ~

Speak not of love and longing
Nevermore this heart to comply
Your essence was so fleeting
Now, how the years have passed by

In youth you were the fairytale –
Oh! How young hearts were deceived!
The knight, the maid in waiting
Dreams that became nightmares grieved

Speak not of love and longing
Nights are now a peaceful repose
Wrapped in words and wonderment
Drowsy these eyes, the book does close.

O’Prunty
12/11/14

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