She Found Love
Under this tree she finds love
In this love, she finds hate
Whilst in hate,
Along creeps in fate
Hand-in-hand with fate,
Love begins to lose taste
Slips gently again into hate,
Love spreads its' wings too late
Across the fine lines of her face,
Bitterness draws more lines without space
More lines of distrust, hate,
An unwanted race with fate
Swiftly swooped away to look up,
She takes a quick gulp
Her smiles mixes with uncertainties,
Heaven smiles back with pity
Fate pulls away hate,
Love melts on her heart
She slips back under the tree,
Where she found love.
"THOUGHTS OF A POETESS"
NEOFLOETRY
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