there is a quiet in my heart
like one who rests from days of pain.
outside, the sporrows on the roof
are chirping in the dripping rain.
rain in my heart; rain on the roof;
and memory sleeps beneath the gray
and windless sky and brings no dream
of any well remembered day.
i would not have the heavens fair,
nor golden clouds, nor breezes mild
but days like this, until my heart
to loss of you is reconciled.
i would not see you. every hope
to know you as you were has ranged
i, who am altered, would not find
the face i love so greatly changed.
A/N: new poem everyone!! enjoy reading (^^)
