Thursday, March 28, 2013

Story of a Solitary Lass

A lass all alone,
Being left on her own

For her fate crafted this way,
leaving in sorrow and dismay. 


Bereft of emotion and love

Her eyes had seen enough

No care anywhere 'round 

To heal her bleeding wound.

Despised of her own being

She left everyone, unseen

Not that anyone cared for a glance

Lonely and weak, she advanced on her trance

She met more odds that darkened her saddened face

Until a brave-heart took her in his warm embrace

A heart full of love, which meant no harm

Took her in the shelter of his long slender arm

Her smile became his joy, her anguish became his tear

He filled her heart with only love, driving away all fear

The solitary lass was never again left alone

To wander around, wounded, all on her own.





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