Sorrowful Love

And so softened we are in the draw to close;

Quietened in voice but lost of mind.

For love has chipped away at our battlements

And left us raw, exposed. 


And time ticks louder than it did before;

Its face lays full to bare. 

For after it clocks passed this notch in the belt,

We will be left onwards, alone. 


So hug and cry, and wonder why;

These hours will stay for a while. 

But soon this time will be

Nought else but a memory

That stings in sorrowful love.


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