Too Late
The wind doth blow with a bitter chill
And I fear I have come too late my love
The rosy stain upon your cheek has gone
Replaced by an ashen palor
I can no longer feel the pounding heart beneath
The warmth in your fingertips cooled.
What have you done
Where have I faltered
How easily did you submit
Now this curse is done
Reaching the point of no return
Stolen from me
My heart, my soul
The only goodness in me
How the bitter tears do burn within
For I have come too late
Copyright ©2006 Delmina DeSousa
