吉他社

Still Life

Face of Melinda

By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair
  The face of Melinda neath blackened hair
No joy would flicker in her eyes
  Brooding sadness came to a rise
  
 I took her by the hand to say
All faith forever has been washed away
But baffled herself with the final line
My promise is made but my heart is thine