Heart tossed aside like yesterday’s brilliant
wilting rose, thrown away among the
rocks left there wilting away, for
love comes then flees as velvet
kiss placed on tender lips
casting potent magic spells
to soothe her hardened brittle soul,
make her whole, open to love once more
searching his eyes, her dead heart beats again.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Trying my hand at a double Etheree. The syllable count is 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 and then 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 10.