My heart, my pain, then you!

My heart, my pain, then you!
You should have listen to my
heart when it beats, now my
tears have the throne of love
drowned. Still you are a white
horse marching on the luxury
path and my heart pays the
price.I never thought that my
heart will take this lonely path,
all for love i have always hold
the sky so that the heavenly
treasure can smlie at you. What
about the promises we made when
the field were green and it flower
at there peak? still my faith in love
is a massive flood.

poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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