As Sun goes down and day grows dim
My heart is fraught with grief
For she, My life, My soul, My heart,
Left me for her Heart's thief.
I think upon her beauty now
The first time that I saw
Her pure white skin, her almond eyes,
Without a single flaw.
She sat and washed her golden curls
Upon that midnight hour.
Her eyes - they twinkled as the stars
And drew me with their power.
As our eyes met, the Silence left
And we did not give chase
For all our words, like rivers ran
To Cupid's resting place.
Our romance swift, I thought it time
And took her as my wife
But now that false seraph has gone,
My heart, My soul, My life.
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That Angel False
PoetryA short ballad in traditional iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter quatrains.