Her sorrowful heart pounds heavily within her buxom chest,
dark thoughts cloud her gentle mind,
a dreadful longing winds through her wounded soul,
the glorious melody of her sweet song forever silenced,
in her lovely brown eyes I can see the depth of her pain,
for it is etched upon her pretty face,
revealed in the lines round eyes and full lips,
her pain emanates from her somber voice,
once cheerful and filled with mirth,
and I wonder what it is that stole her joy,
removed her cheerfulness and took her desires away.
Donavon Scott Vinson