He Loved

He loved as few men ever love
But she did not love him;
She entertained him for awhile
Upon some sort of whim

Then broke his heart one winter day
With casual disdain;
And left him crushed into the ground
His soul, a dark moraine

But there, in heartbreak’s fertile soil
Appeared a winter rose;
Amidst the lonely wintertide
Within the gathered snows

His reborn life, so happy now
So warmly topsy-turvy;
His love not wasted anymore
On somebody


(“He Loved” – 12-8-2014)

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

16 thoughts on “He Loved”

  1. This photo gives me mixed emotions… I love roses but since they can’t grow and stay alive in the snow that means this one will soon be gone….

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