The Color of My Dreams

Thursday, October 6, 2011

My Romantic Soul

My romantic soul has live a hard life-
a belittled and battered strife.
The heart of my soul has grown cold-
tired and not so bold.
The love of my soul has not been known-
searched for, but still alone.
My romantic soul has not forgotten-
the bold and broken promise-
to love to live and live to love.
But, this old soul has missed her chance-
as time slipped by, so did the romance.

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