Love's Trials Lost
I sit and ponder,
Our love obscure.
-And all the times, you’ve turned away.
You say you love me,
-And yet you run to her.
Death claims you with her herbs and ashes.
A remembrance of what was ‘fore.
I cannot wait for you;
My heart has bled,
Many tears I’ve wept.
My soul has faded into the wisps of time;
Tired and lonely it was cast away,
Desecrated and posthumous ‘tis.
No more but leaves on a lonely grave.
How to explain this ache inside?
A word says nothing at all.
it says it all.
Like the rain, falling over my face.
Like these tears which slip and slide.
Like the wind which steals my wail.
Like a word which hides it all.