~Love's Labor Lost~

Ruthy Faith
Copyright 2000

Wounds, like hearts
With time shall heal.
His eyes betray
What his words reveal.

Your essence dies
And love decays,
And with each drink
The nights replay.

But morning comes,
Somber and sad.
Yet always hopeful,
And hope isníít bad.

After all, you know
That hope is a start.
A step in the road
To healing your heart.

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