La Douleur Exquise written by: Robin McNamara @thewindingroad1   Softly falls her hair in midday sun, Gently falls my stare on the run Of her hand, through her hair. As of all the goddess; I can compare You to them all. In the midnight moonlight — Darkness is invisible, The sorrowful departure is inevitable. For I must wake again And the morning will take you again.   NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: La Douleur Exquise loosely translated from French means a … Continue reading La Douleur Exquise