Your soul wanted to create
A nest to live in it with mine –
It seemed so beautiful… but Fate
Made all things to her own design.
I knew that you belonged to me
(How strong sometimes one’s dreaming seems!),
But never, never could I see
Th’approaching end to all my dreams…
Now it’s too late to give them life,
And never will our past come back:
Now I’m a widow – not a wife,
And all my thoughts like dress are black.
How many times I told you ‘no’,
How many times I lied to you…
And now forever you will go –
And there is nothing I can do.
No more ‘forgive me’ can be said,
No more ‘I love you’ can be cried:
Tonight I saw your body dead –
And with it all my hopes died.
But nothing here can kill my love,
Shut are for other men my doors,
And if you hear me from above –
My heart belongs to none but yours.
1 June 2011
The Widow
© Copyright: Элис Ларк, 2011
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