vrijdag 17 november 2017

Belle, my southern Belle

 
the battle had been fought
smoke lay over the land
carried away by a slight breeze
silence was at last in reach
 
out of chaos we came together
riding horses we picked our way
through where the dead lay
reaching town at daybreak
 
this was our town, our land
people still had pride in them
they weren't broken nor bend
this was our town, our land
 
it was good to see Belle there
treating the wounded, taking care
as by chance she looked up to me
surprise in her eyes when she saw me
 
Belle and I go back a long way
know her from the olden days
she lived in the big house where
all her family stayed
 
allready then we felt this way
in the confusion we both drifted away
untill this day we met again realising
it was all very much the same
 
time we didn't have a lot of
her soft arms held me locked
locked to her throbbing heart
filled to the rim with love
 
it went on and on
untill we could give no more
resting to collect the strenght
the strenght to start over again
 
 
 
(c) JR.

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