Love Poem: Heartache
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Written by: Keith Bickerstaffe

Heartache

Maples shed their trembling leaves, 
the scorch of daylight dies and evening drips 
in pools of reddish hue as I bereave the absence 
of my heart's desire with saddened, love-lorn lips.

Happiness, a blessing never to be felt again,
slipping from my memory, as distant as the moon;
'neath cloudless skies I roam for miles to look for rain 
in search of solace, for my spirit's sorely hewn.

Her gleaming beauty doth illuminate the night, 
sets flares to shame, outshines the blushing rose. 
I'd trade my soul and halt the oceans in their flight 
if only she'd forgive me, put an end to all my woes.