That Gentle Breeze

Not in words can I describe what her love brings.
With the sky all blue above the shaded ground,
And that long lost hope all but found�
The distant sound of a church bell�s ring,
As the sweetest, brightest dove sings.

But it�s gone now and all that�s left is a silent breeze.
It attacks my heart as to remind me of my mistake,
And that our love nothing short of fake.
Glimpsing into the loneliness its prophecy foresees,
Forcing me down on my dirty, bloody knees.

Till the next bird sings its curse,
And those wedding bells so soon I�ll hear,
That hope lost again the shade of a tear.
The sky, the ground�no chance to reverse,
Just the unconditional love I�ve saved & rehearsed.

This poem is original and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.

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