Forlorn
©2013, Olan L. Smith
Rudimentary, fundamentally noncommittally yours
The flow waxes as she enters your portal
Seemingly her warmth engulfs and endures
Life, yet...she leaves at a moment's notice returning to her castle
Amid the stars and a cold chill ascends your spine...
You are stilled until her return.
Your soul cries, "Escape my heart from this repine!
How long must I wait in this mortal urn?"
Deep within your mind she whispers, "Soon, my lover
I will return and my warmth will adorn
You. I must prepare for your return my anchor...
It was you who left me forlorn.
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Forlorn
PoetryA three quatrain poem with an a,b,a,b...c,d,c,d...e,f,e,f rhyme scheme.
