Assonance Poem

Loss

The soul quakes, when the heart aches.

Their is no love, when you've killed the dove.

The tree is bare, in your forlorn stare.

I can't stand the night, whilst I'm in flight.

For what we had, I am glad.

For what would have been, now only could have been.

I believed it strong, but I was wrong.

To you I gave, what I should have saved.

I remember, last December.

This Christmas last, is in the past.

I dry my tears, for another year

I make my life, forget my strife

I must move on, to prove I'm strong