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A Song He sang to her of moonlit nights; and dreams that he’d fulfill. He swore that when the stars winked out; he would love her still. His voice was rich - a baritone; the timbre warm and sweet. The melody was haunting her; it echoed in her sleep. Her frozen heart; was slowly thawed by his earnest tune. She melted in great ecstasy whenever he would croon. His masterpiece spoke of tomorrows; their children not yet born. A harmony of love - souls shared; a choice she’d never mourn. She believed without reserve; the beauty of his symphony. She gave him all he asked and more. But wait… where was he? The silence was near deafening. Her heart screamed it was wrong. Her soul no longer in her care. She’d sold it - for a song. |
Additional Notes:
If you want to skip my poem I’ll understand. I’m in the process of moving, so I hesitated to post anything this month. But I’m going thru horrible withdrawal and I had to post something. I have limited access to a computer though and may only be able to give short replies… I’ll do my best to give longer ones, but I can’t promise. However I will reply to every critique before the voting is over so you can get your points.
Thank you,
Patti
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