Heartache

Even though the daisy's fate
My listening angel heard my prayer to late
It is said whom we first love we seldom wed
Thine be true my hearts desire he is dead
Without his face life is but an empty dream, without a bit of light
To kiss his lips and caress his hair
I say love is bestowing and so good night
I can scorn and let him go
Grief is only a wound to woe
       I loved and knew not whether innocence and beauty were only born
Such sweet neglect more takenth me every night and every morn
Like the scents of perfumes I wondered lonely as a cloud
My heart as dry as dust thy soul cries out loud
To witness brighter scenes of love or for a lovely apparition I still await
Until then my listening angel heard my prayer too late!

J A K

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This is a poem my niece wrote I found compassionately written
The crush , hurt and pain described
When a heart is in pain from a loss and you must turn away and go on until the right one appears

If you like it I'll forward the Email to her and comments
Hanger