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.
©Philip Holden
14th February 2013
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