Precious

There is a sadness

and a desperation

mixed with the gladness

of our conjugation

Is it because of our choices

that you heart no longer rejoices?

Have we been doomed from the start

to forever be apart?

When we lit the fire

that fueled our desire

were we destined to burn

if we took the wrong turn

with no chance to behold

the splendor and glory

from that which was foretold

as being our story?

Is this remuneration

for miscommunication?

If even this song

has been played wrong

undertaken in the heat of passion

still striving to possess

a piece of happiness

where are we now?

To which god do we bow?

Is there no salvation

from this misery of damnation?

 ©Alice Vedral Rivera - 1999

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