By all its fruits


My microphone disturbed the one I loved
So I had never used it till he left
And now he is in heaven, so high above
My voice will not annoy nor be a pest

In fact, my husband died 2 years ago
I know I’ve been adapting to my fate
But even in the depths of Winter snow
I know what many other losers know

That the one you love has gone and can’t return
That all your secret words are now unshared
And though your heart with agony shall burn
You will not let the neighbours hear one word

The memories, the cowslips by the stream,
The beach at Southwold, and the harbour call
Beyond the happiness of love and all her schemes
You live alone behind a ten foot wall

That love is good, few people will dispute
Let love be judged by nothing but its fruits


About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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