By the leafless, winter trees
In the frozen, biting breeze
I composed love lines for you
Like your love for me was true
On the sunless, shaded shore
Solemn, silent, insecure
I told God I loved you still
With a love He could not kill
In my garret’s gloomy grey
Hid my sorry self away
Put my pen to page to pour
Pain between the lines still raw
At the place you’d sat and cried
When you knew your love had died
I sat now, alone, to weep
For the love I felt too deep
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 13th, 2018 03:43
- Comment from author about the poem: poem about unrequited love
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Blue-eyed Bolla,
This reminds me of Dante and his beloved Beatrice...unrequited love...a love so deep...indeed! Your write resonates within my soul! Sad but beautiful!
~Laura~
Really good Bolla - and the last stanza was heartbreaking........
Absolutely beautiful^^
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