Collage of a Poem

Once again, I couldn’t stay away from poetry. 🙂 Enjoy!

Where had his love been then? The love he had so grandly declared over and over again.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear …

In the end, it had turned out to be nothing but pomp and illusion. The man who had stood in front of her, shredding her life to pieces, had been a stranger. A cold-hearted stranger, with ice flowing through his veins.

And I will love thee still, my dear …

Accusations had spilled from his lips in a sheer endless stream and had burrowed into her skin like acid. He had given her no opportunity for explanations. And even if she had been able to make them, they would have fallen onto deaf ears.

O my luve is like a red, red rose …

She remembered the numbness of her lips as the blood had drained from her face, as she had realised that this was the end.