Sunday, 10 April 2011

The Price

He smiles on her with sunshine,
he does not explain why,
he gave her such capacity,
he gives no reasons for love,
he does not apologise for,
the subsequent, tearing pain,
he feels she has still gained.


  1. This is sad & makes think of that poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson ~

    I hold it true, whate'er befall;
    I feel it when I sorrow most;
    'Tis better to have loved and lost
    Than never to have loved all.

  2. Thanks Louise, it is a bit of a sad one :)