Søren and Regine
He found her self decidedly perfect,found her fragrance sweet,
as she passed him by,
from the church doors, to across the street,
and he walked in her trail, bewitched by her beauty,
many hours, many days,
before he found the courage to greet her,
from the path he had loathed to stray,
theirs was a love unmatched,
it branded him deep, left its mark,
full of passion and truth it seized his soul,
it spelt out her name in the densest of dark,
but he was not himself, he said within,
was this truly love that should distract his thoughts,
so he left her one morning, in the morning light,
not a note did he leave, no explanation of sorts,
of course she could not understand,
and she begged for him to her return,
but in folly he had mistaken the fire of love,
for the kind of flames that break and burn,
he full of guilt, never reconciled,
and so she was broken, but in time moved on,
as he passed his last thought was of that of hope,
that the Lord would one day unite them as one
Poetry by Che Thomas
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Written on 2010-05-10 at 05:03
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