by Mari Trimble

Created on: February 08, 2009   Last Updated: September 12, 2009

Little Love Lost


She walks in beauty
So dark and deep
Under stars that shimmer
Does she walk to seek


She talks to the Spirits
With her desperate whispers
She asks for solace
For her hearts silent whimpers


She sees not her Soul's
Own blinding light
For it's covered in shroud
Woven of sorrows might


She knows of the Journey
It's laughter and tears
She's fought to survive
She's conquered her fears

But, at times there's a heart break
Memories so tender and soft
She weeps by the river
For Little Love Lost

And, always comes an Angel
With its silver mist ether
Wrapping her wounded heart
Until sadness doth wither


Infused with iron will
Her Soul sings to Joy's task
Now in mysteries song
Does her melody bask

Some say she lifts herself
For she's not made to be soft
But Angels in Heaven knows
It's Little Love Lost

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