Without his presence my yearning soul does ache
A whisper from my heart cries for him to stay
When will love’s tender wound ever cease to quake?
His provocative words did lead me astray.
My faith in his affection forever haunts
A gentle heart did submit without delay.
Discontented thoughts battle and regret taunts
His soulless eyes breached its way into my life
a traitorous affection, my soul still wants
A beguiling promise I would be his wife
My adoring devotion believed his lie
My lonely world now struggles with endless strife
My broken heart I will never justify
To live without his love, how must I comply?
Day 12 Tortured
One style of poetry to incorporate was the Terza Rima, and it was another first attempt with this style.