Saturday, 14 May 2011

La Douleur Exquise

Given a surprise hour or two off, I wrote a few poems about friends. This is Louise's. I'll post Bob's later, and more as and when...if I know you a bit and you want one just ask. I like challenges.

La Douleur Exquise

Her voice, it lilts
His heart, it melts
When first he sees
My friend Louise

She resists his hand
He cannot stand
La douleur exquise
My friend Louise

She wanders free
For it cannot be
From him, she flees
My friend Louise

She seeks true love
This isn't enough
One day she'll find peace
My friend Louise

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