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Battered Love

10-23-2009 at 09:08:34 AM

Battered Love

I held your bloodied face in my hands,
Placed it in my bosom,
First time I found peace with you.

You strangled our love long ago,
Battered my heart every time,
Every time you fell on your knees,
And I saved our tottering love.
You sold my love for a meager sum,
Even then my heart lingered round you.

But this time you went too far,
I looked for a semblance of my dream,
And my hands turned up empty,
I stood up in the pool of blood,
And stared at your blank eyes.
Did I see the hope I'd tended?

I lifted your bloodied face in my hands,
Placed it my bosom.
This time your breathe pierced thru' my bosom.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.