Heartache
Elm trees shed their trembling leaves,
the scorch of daylight dies and evening drips
in pools of reddish hue as I bespeak the absence
of my heart's desire with saddened, love-lorn lips.
Happiness, a blessing never to be felt again,
slipping from my memory, as distant as the moon;
'neath cloudless skies I roam for miles to look for rain
in search of solace, for my spirit's sorely hewn.
Her gleaming beauty doth illuminate the night,
sets flares to shame, outshines the blushing rose.
I'd trade my soul and halt the seasons in their flight
if only she'd forgive me, put an end to all my woes.
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