Lover’s Grief Part 1

Once, long ago, in a time far away,

Where nighttime did glimmer as brightly as day,

I sat with my love ‘neath a blossoming tree;

The moon in the sky hung at perfect degree.


I studied an owl, a beautiful bird,

But a forlorn rasp from her throat then I heard.

I shifted my gaze from the bird to my love

And tried to ignore the whooing above.


I touched her cheek, her skin so soft,

With a gasp, she raised her eyes aloft.

I studied her beautiful, gentle face,

So delicate and fine, like Chantilly lace.


I stroked a lock of her quivering blonde hair

And gave a kind smile to my lover so fair.

A hot, salty tear ran down her cheek;

She tried to moan, but she was too weak.


My love’s dear life, I held in my hand,

Her heart and her soul was mine to command.

In my mind there was something resembling guilt,

Threatening to crumble the wall I had built….


About korastoynova

With my husband, Simeon Stoynov, I travel the world in pursuit of our dreams, of which we have many. And, thankfully, all of our dreams are within our reach. We have made sure of it. From our lives as competitive ballroom dancers, a life which has taken us around the world and back, to my struggles to becoming an author, to Simeon's love of business, we have learned what it means to sacrifice, to apply ourselves with discipline, and to enjoy the journey to success. Our lives truly are made of the stuff of dreams.
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