Over ?
Keening, she leaned.
Head on his chest.
For sure it is over.
No more dreaming.
Tears shed aplenty.
Naught to be said.
When love loses hold
trust sinks between.
Deceit confessed.
Why now feel thrown ?
Eye to eye ventured.
Appeal takes hold.
Lips lift and open
a whispered entreaty.
\"We still can together
reinvent peace\"