like the flurry of snow she potrays in her paintings.. <br />lovingly crafting each delicate flake of snow.. <br />yet, leaving nothing but a trail of damp to show.. <br />her love is ensconed deep within her being.. <br />not remembered, nor forgotten ever to be.. <br />nuances steal upon her still memories.. <br />her fork pauses as her eyes begin to glisten.. <br />a far away hidden memory surfaces and beckons.. <br />she misses her prince, smart handsome and suave.. <br />no one can take his place in her heart and life she knows. <br />the world is fooled so easily as ever.. <br />stolen joy only her prince can replace.. <br />smiles to shine in her sorrow filled eyes.. <br />times she wishes she had not refused.. <br />to be loved and love with all her being.. <br />how is she still living she cannot explain.. <br />yet no pain greater than the parting of souls fused.. <br />heartbeats grow weaker with every passing day.. <br />for her destiny to change she awaits...<br /><br />V.. F..<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/860-blank-spaces/
