What a gift you were
When I met you last Christmas
What magic it was
We both flew so high
Girl with the gossamer wings
Such heavenly bliss
Such love does not last
Now I’ve plummeted to earth
Taking the big fall
Your words not unkind
Did not point to the future
Devastated me
What was my fault?
My feet always on the ground
Now love lies buried
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What a beautiful picture to accompany our poem. Lovely.
ReplyDeletewhat a sad love story you tell with your words
ReplyDeleteChristmas magic never lasts...
ReplyDeleteSad, but at least there was the flight.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad love story....
ReplyDeleteEarthlings and heavenly beings rarely mix up.
ReplyDeletewhen you fly too high the fall hurts more....but don't stop..always reach for the girls with gossamer wings..they sound exciting
ReplyDeleteA pretty lass like in the pic is hard to please! They'll find their own kind! Great write oldegg!
ReplyDelete'My feet always on the ground' ~ you just said, this is the fault....maybe in this case ... :)
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