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She opened up and let him in, the first time e?er she?d done. With youth?s impetuosity she showered down her love. The passion of her blossoming heart was all she had to give; A poet?s love, bard?s song and dance, was what she then received. The lad, green too, foolish as was wont, bowed his knee to her, Made promises as lofty as to win for her the world; And she, unquestioning, believed all the words he sang Ignoring still the choruses of warnings her mind rang; Young lovers, torn from reason or wit, and further from sound mind, They dove into their shallow love and charged the passage blind. With passion fit for tales of yore, for lore of gods and men, But faithfulness as wanting as the same from way back then, What started out the sweetest spice a youthful heart could taste Became the fault she?d later see, the love been but a waste. To fall in love they say?s not hard, well neither?s falling out, To throw away what once you swore you couldn?t live without, And though he say he means her well, the feeling?s simply gone Her feelings stay, she?s left to wonder what she did so wrong. ?Tis not betrayal, not in his mind, but the natural course of things; No longer can he peer inside to see what hurt he brings; His eyes are blind, his ears are deaf, deaf to her silent cries, He realizes not that she believes his words were lies. Anyone who?s been betrayed, been left alone to die Knows that if love can soften you, it can also leave you dry. What she must do, with her withered heart, is the only thing she can: She locks it tight, throws out the key, and vows never again Will she let Love In |
It's really pathetic that this is my first poem since June. There were a few lines in here that I'd been saving for a while, and I decided it was high time I wrote a poem, so I sat down and did it.