Say, does she brush her hair
to grace a mirror with one so fair
Does she still laugh a lot
With twinkling eye and innocent thought?
Tell me muse is her touch as soft
As I keep remembering so oft
a lifetime -nay two since last we met
So reveal once more lest I forget
Why stand I alone, aflame and cursed
while she quenches another's thirst?
a great poem
with sad results.
infidelity sucks!
great rhythm and easy flowing rhyme scheme!
bravo!
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
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