Rog's Rhymes~~~The Lost One
The Lost One
Stands she, so very alone, the lost one,
by his green grave she weeps.
Cold, cold, is this long past, burning love
she fervently seeks.
Can there not ever be, in death, one small ember
that smolders still?
That their great passion be rekindled in Heaven,
is only God's will
© Roger Eugene Corell,
August. 2008
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