Her LongingA Poem by Laura Grace
A poem for those who relate.
She's lying in her bed chamber
Her eyes softly closed
She opens them to the sound
Of sunlight dancing in.
Its soft foosteps lift her lids.
Her emerald eyes glimmering with life
Swimming with sadness.
She's unimpressed with the room around her
With the jewels and gold sparkling divinely.
Her fiery, scarlet hair falls in her face,
Blocking one mournful tear,
For no riches could compare
To the love of her Jacques.
© 2011 Laura Grace
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