Quiet Musings

Seven Years A Lover

I'd always been a giver

so this was hard to take

seven years a lover

one heart set to break

A loss for how it happened

into her arms I'd reach

seven years a lover

had led me to the beach

While spewing out my feelings

I heard her call my name

seven years a lover

no one there to blame

I breathed in rhythmic motion

took comfort in the sight

seven years a lover

here alone felt right

I'd forgotten all that power

left myself a while

seven years a lover

still she makes me smile

I bravely write new chapters

endless in my speech

seven years a lover

had led me to the beach....

                           - Lynda McConnell

Poetry image, sand