Mourning Love
Time is ripe to write you a love poem
I hear the morning breath with my aubade
It's a melody heard in this forum
A lyrical sonnet to serenade
I have a feeling that the face of dawn
Conceals a secret as bad as depart
The birds deny singing omen of the down
As the waters freeze from the lake,apart
The chilling sun rises with clouds on the frown
And the breezing wind don't blow by my side
I think my heart,today will lose the crown
Defeated by the wind of grievous tide
Love aubade was written to serenade
For a bird with a broken wing to hide.
By truefeeling
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