The sunlight slowly fades.
In mind a thought pervades:
This night I am alone.
I will remember her
Who, without a whisper,
Was in a moment gone.
I’ll see her in my dreams,
In a myriad themes,
As I silently moan.
All this to what avail?
Let this one fact prevail,
To be cold I was prone.
But now it is too late.
Nothing can compensate
Her for lack of love shown.
• Written as per aac, bbc, ddc rhyme scheme, 6 syllables per line.
• Awarded second place in the Dreaming Poetry Contest!, "Invalid Item" , hosted by aposiopesis.
• Featured in the Romance / Love Newsletter dated 13 May 2009.
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