THE CONTRITE HEART…

( photos by pixabay)

An olive branch I extend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.

My pride seemed so effortless,
Complex to adjust.

I compromised our union,
Faded is your trust.

Shattered your heart, won't pretend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.

Anger consumed inside me,
This error now clear.

Refuse to speak in past tense,
Of love we both share.

Weary soul, faith I can lend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.

Is this the last dance my love?
Never can it be.

Fairytales last a lifetime,
Like the sand and sea.

Disheartened spirits on the mend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

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