The Lark's Song

The quiet lark yearns for the thought, 
              of "could have been."
Gone are her days of constant love, 
              devotion, 
                       care. 
Her tears form the pearls on the strand, 
that hangs 'round Aphrodite's neck. 
Her song cries out for her lost love, 
      for the comfort he delivered, 
               for the protection of his love. 
So she swoops low over the ground, 
      proclaiming to all who will listen, 
                how she once gave away her heart, 
                        and now her lover has it captured in his pocket, 
                                                never to return. 

                                                                                           -<3 Jess Stallings