Love’s Crumbs
She runs as if from danger,
Running with no time to spare.
She’s running as from a stranger fate than she has found there
In her isolated little room
Where her phone is her only source
Of life ouside her lonely tomb…
Draining of life force…
She’s too sad to sit and weep;
She’s too numb to feel;
She’d prefer to eat and sleep…
Upon her lips a seal—
You don’t miss what you’ve never had, do you?
She wonders.
She’s not had much share of joy…
She sighs, thinks she’s bad…
Her eyes are sad yet full
Her eyes are sad yet full
Of life…
She’d give her all for a crumb of love
And swear it’s the best she’d ever had…
She walks through life not knowing
Her own beauty or her power
Has a lovely way of showing
Her as a rare and beautiful flower.
ã12 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
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