Buried Love, by Sara Teasdale

[elenbarathi.livejournal.com]

Buried Love

I have come to bury Love
Beneath a tree,
In the forest tall and black
Where none can see.

I shall put no flowers at his head,
Nor stone at his feet,
For the mouth I loved so much
Was bittersweet.

I shall go no more to his grave,
For the woods are cold.
I shall gather as much of joy
As my hands can hold.

I shall stay all day in the sun
Where the wide winds blow, --
But oh, I shall cry at night
When none will know.

~by Sara Teasdale

Comments

[go-teen-angst.livejournal.com]

Oh, I like this. Thanks for posting it.

[melodily.livejournal.com]

lovely (: