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.