MISCARRIAGE OF LOVE
It started like a baby seed
Beneath the solid ground.
With care and nurture for the need
Of love's sweet birth to sound.
Soft whispers, smiles, bewitching looks
Were shared in months that passed,
Which caused a love to swell within
The heart of lad and lass.
Before an alter neatly plied
With roses, lace and white,
Their troth was pledged in site of those
Who filled the church that night.
As years began to hurry by,
Their love began to wane.
And things which once brought tears of joy,
Brought only tears of pain.
It seems there were conditions placed
Upon their heart's desire.
The ties that bound them hand in hand
Lay cold...where once was fire.
Instead of birth-inducing life,
Miscarriage came too soon.
Their love was lifeless...mute and dead,
Beneath the winter moon.
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Written for Deborah's Behind the Mask challenge
Theme: Conditions
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By Sharon Peeples
© 2009 Sharon Peeples
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