A bitter sorrow used becomes a curse

 When true love’s gone and doom hangs over head
When life runs like a river to the sea
Then shall I take new lovers to my bed.
And with their carnal touch consoled be?
When true loves lie and break my woman’s heart.
When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path.
Then, shall I my life of evil start
And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?
When true loves lie and wreck all loyalty.
When puzzlement makes all the world seem mad.
Then I shall upend causality
And let myself do deeds which make all glad.
Our lust for vengeance makes our own lives worse.
A bitter sorrow used becomes a curse
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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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