She

      She

She gave until...
There was nothing left to give.
Buried her soul...
For she wished not to live.
She wept until...
Rivers began to flow.
Jumped in...to drown...
Yet lived, Why? She will never know.

She opened her heart until,
It could hold no more.
Asked for a helping hand...
Hope crashed upon the floor.
She loved ...until...
It consumed , her whole being.
Yet....he still left her...
Unable to believe what she was seeing.

She offered all...even her soul,
Anything,,,just to keep their love whole,
Held her heart...in her hands bleeding.
He...never knew...just what she was needing.
She buried her soul...
And wished not...to live.
Opened her heart...but
There was nothing for her to give. 

When she was needy and implored.
Love was cast...to die on the floor.

         Valentine

Reviews

[Robert]

Your poem is beautifully written and composed. As an Old Codger and seen much of life, I can fully understand that this poem has been felt by many young ladies now that the permissive society is fully established.

Robert

[Valentine]

Thank you Robert for your kind review. Kathie

[Einstein Noodle]

so tragically sad when another person not only manages to destroy opinion of self but of love, the loftiest of human attributes, as well. :( and isn't it just like a woman ...to give ...and give .. your style and grace are woven throughout as always Valentine
E.

[Valentine]

Thank you for your review. Kathie

[wordman]

i guess we never know !loved it !

[Valentine]

Thank you Ron. Kathie

[wordman]

my pleasure ..