Illusive Hope {A Tale of Woe by the Traveling Troubadour}

[Cyrille]

Oh, shut thy bright eyes mine love.
For thou hast denied me the pleasure
of looking into them.

Thee hast refused mine entreaties,
what hast thou learnt from the past?
How to be afraid?

How trust, how love is destroyed?
That to love is dangerous.
I stand in the cold, bitter wind shielding the flame of hope.

What must I do to convince thee?
To show mine love is constant.
To make thee understand?

I suffer the pangs of loneliness
which I have sought to be assuaged
yet through fear of hurt repeated, thou dost not reciprocate.

But hope springs eternal
that in some way, some day
We shalt be together

We will walk over the sands
of time, along the ocean
of eternity together in heart, in soul, in love.

[Maggie]

Yep, Cyrille, is said to be eternal. Good one!!!!

Peggy

[Cyrille]

Thanks Maggie It may be a "good one" but it ain't a very good one imo

[Wordworx]

'Tis good enough, milord: emotive, elegantly worded, and expressive of the human heart.

Good enough, indeed.

redoubtable Roy

[Cyrille]

thank you Roy your post has made me think that I might be a mite mistaken I appreciate that!