On a lonely hillside...
On a lonely hillside,
Waits a maiden fair,
The wind whispers her name
And lifts her golden hair.
Her gaze is unmoving,
Her chin tilted high,
Yet her lips tremble,
And surrender to a sigh.
As sunlight turns to shadow,
She does not turn away,
Held captive by the mem'ry--
of two eyes--their haunting grey.
The eyes of one who'd claimed her love
And with a charming smile,
Had promised--"I will come,
If you love me, wait a while."
But alas! He wandered far,
And fate--unmerciful,
Left her to desp'rate sorrow,
That soon consumed her soul.
With a broken heart, she tarried
Upon that lonely hill,
And seeking what's forever lost
Alone, she stands there still.
Waits a maiden fair,
The wind whispers her name
And lifts her golden hair.
Her gaze is unmoving,
Her chin tilted high,
Yet her lips tremble,
And surrender to a sigh.
As sunlight turns to shadow,
She does not turn away,
Held captive by the mem'ry--
of two eyes--their haunting grey.
The eyes of one who'd claimed her love
And with a charming smile,
Had promised--"I will come,
If you love me, wait a while."
But alas! He wandered far,
And fate--unmerciful,
Left her to desp'rate sorrow,
That soon consumed her soul.
With a broken heart, she tarried
Upon that lonely hill,
And seeking what's forever lost
Alone, she stands there still.
posted by Rebecca @ 7:11 AM
1 Comments:
At 7:18 AM,
turza said…
that's beautiful! I wish I could write poetry like that! I hope my handsome stranger has not died and left me, on a lonely hillside, and he will soon come and sweep me off my feet! (JK).
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