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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Exquisitely written Monica…. I’m sure at the corner, around the bend, the sand and sea will be smoother….
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Exquisitely written Monica…. I’m sure at the corner, around the bend, the sand and sea will be smoother….
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And a forever love it will be… Thanks so much for your support Ivor.
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Always my pleasure Monica…
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