I know she loved me, yes of this I’m sure
And still in vile sin she did betray;
Yet of this trespass what is but the cure?
“You are forgiven” yes, perhaps I’ll say;
Condemn my heart to ever bear the scorn
And so in melancholy eke out the years
Where so of sadness there, two hearts stay torn,
Each night’s dark face awash in silent tears.
There is no future and there is no past:
There is the time we met and fell in love,
There is the time when concord breathed its’ last
And when dire prayers were sent to God above.
That was the time to murder and to hate;
Now is the time to heal and collate.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.