A Better Love
 
. Rose tinted blind,
I gave my all,
It was for one,
Or none at all.
 
Holding hands,
She stole my heart,
In light of day,
A work of art.
 
What was left?
A grieving void,
Love was the game,
I was employed.
 
Now what remains?
Can love return?
I hold my breath,
Heartbeat adjourn.
 
Perhaps someday,
In naked light,
A better love
Will soar in flight.
 
Four angels stay,
Their virtues last,
Take hold my hands,
Fly from the past.
 
 
ęPhilip Holden
14th February 2013
 

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