The ashes had dried my heart;
Those embers, they burned so red
Just like her hair dyed brightly,
Flushed like the cheeks of the dead.
How I loved, oh I loved that ash
That danced so sweetly on the night.
Oh darling who hath burned my sadness
I still love, though I hugged you so tight
As you squeezed and pulled away.
Your hair, though natural as black:
The dark made red by beauty
That stopped my heart on its track.
And still that ash remaineth
At the true forefront of my heart.
Oh darling who hath made me my sadness,
I still love you, as true as thou art.
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An Ongoing Anthology of Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of the poetry that I have written and been writing since around about October 2018. Naturally, not every poem has been of a decent enough standard to be included here, but the ones that have been included are the ones that I lik...
