Loss of Adore

Charming with a surrounding blur

Nothing else could have been seen or heard

A slow passionate dance with grace

Black suit and a dress with lace

Something exciting and expected to become infinite

But fate crushed that something that was dreadfully definite

Falling to her knees, from the arms of her forever

Neither believed they would sever

She bows to the grave with everything sharp and clear

It's the three words she misses to hear

The End

0 comments about this poem Feed