~ 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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