On losing true love through the actions of others.....



Windswept and fair were tapestry dreams.
Casually sewn with nimble stitching,
Love’s tale became a legend bewitching.
Upon time, known less for trust than mirth,
Passion’s wish found a clever companion.
Treasured within eyes peaceful was action;
Measured beauty contained towering bastion.
Time brought gathering hordes from far off land,
Sealed in promise’s almighty strength.
Future! Fallen, sleeping in dark memory’s spell;
Love, unafraid of night’s ungracious hell.
Forewarned! The irony played upon itself,
Bedeviled soul found fabric torn from earth.
Her own soft embrace kissed sweet eternal death.

Wow!
Powerful and Magical!LOVE it!

~Greetings
Silke

Thank you Silke, magical is a wonderful word to use. When all else fails, falling into poetry and creating the magical is a healing elixir..peace to you.