ONCE FORGOTTEN

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I shall no longer hear that voice endearing,
nor gaze within those diamond eyes soul deep.
Not once again to that golden heart be nearing,
nor ever more that sweet soft touch to greet!

I shall no longer hear such precious laughter,
nor once more be gifted by that treasured throne.
Never again lifted by that sweet happy ever after,
nor ever more to that sweetness call my home!

I shall no longer see that smile of grace,
nor ever more that light of peace once strong.
Never again to sight upon that longed for face,
nor ever more to that beloved soul belong!

I shall no longer feel that heart in bonding,
nor ever more be found by it once forgotten.
Never again bound by it since love's absconding,
nor ever more to her besotten!



© 2024 Shoestring Shane

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