You wanted me to call you friend
In garden warm that summer’s day
The willow wept as you did pray
To me you did your hand extend
You said my broken heart you’d mend
You gained my trust while tears did fall
My head I rested on your breast
I gave my all at your behest
But then I heard the cock’s shrill call
The weeping willow heard it all
Very nicely done!
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Thanks Val
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Beautifully written, even that sad and regretful ending. It’s cool that you took part in the décima challenge!
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