Oft heard, are words of pure disdain
as echoes hold that sad refrain
for what I feel is yet untrue
to there dismiss this want of you.
A love no more than wasted time
to have no right, he is not mine
such public face to light a stage,
and well penned words upon the page.
Yet love will fall where'ere it may
bid a heart to come, and stay
no less a love that steals this mind
than any love this life shall find.
No Less A Love
A beautiful poem. LOVE IS.
Thank you very much, :-) Sue.
Thank you very much, :-) Sue.