Marooned
My heart is marooned
on the island of
solitude,
bidding that the days
swiftly go by,
trying to maintain
a hopeful attitude,
until visions of you
met my eyes,
laid dormant;
are the passions
I felt for you,
with your scent
so fresh in mind,
and the love
that’s so true,
dear lord;
why is happiness
so hard to find?
As the wilted flower
struggling to survive,
my heart;
deeply rooted,
will keep my love for you
alive;
for the rewards of this
Vigil, is immeasurable,
and failure of this quest
not so dismal,
for memories of us
is bountiful,
of a love that was not so
abysmal.
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