Love Denied
by jan preheim
she, the lonely
stands only, tonight
she ponders a gray, faceless sky
and wonders why?
Oh! love once pure
as lilies in May
cupped hands stay empy
restore the alabaster
dove in dismay
with broken wings
mid-morning took flight
she still ask why
was I holdling, too tightly?
she, the lonely
stands only, tonight
and ponders a gray, faceless sky
refusing her answer
just as love
so denied