Friday, 26 July 2013

IF HE ASKED ME TO FOLLOW:

Would that he came in this my darkest hour,
Would that he whispered his words to me sweetly,
Would that he held out his hand and asked of me,
To follow behind: I'd go with him meekly.

But eternal love has still not favoured me,
It loves and prefers the other in his heart,
I sit and watch from my window - the others,
Who are in colour and have not had to part.