Yet another day to fill, she turned away,
Her sigh dare not be heard. It was Maytime
And she was needed at the special play
Which village lads and lasses would be miming.
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This is a very emotionally provocative write, Dear Fay. Well penned!
This poem is filmic - some fantastic images here, Fay. A romantic epic at the sweep of a poet's pen - bodice-ripping stuff! ! S ;)
That first love, when we give our all no holding back our feelings, sometimes we take a fall the emptiness inside you is with you night and day when your parted from your loved one, life seems dull and grey a very touching portrayal of young love Fay