"My Aching Heart”

In a garden where memories entwine,

Stands a woman, lost in love's design,

Her dress as dark as the night's embrace,

Orange hair aflame, a bittersweet grace.

Garden blooms, once vibrant and fair,

Now mirror the ache she can't repair,

For love's sweet touch, like petals, has fled,

Leaving her heart heavy, longing, and thread.

Amongst the flowers that bloom and sigh,

She holds a love that won't say goodbye,

Echoes of laughter, whispers of touch,

Moments cherished, now missed so much.

Her gaze holds a tale of love untold,

A heartache deeper than secrets hold,

In solitude's garden, she bears the weight,

Of love's sweet loss, a cruel twist of fate.

With every petal that falls to the ground,

A love that's lost forever is found,

"My Aching Heart," she softly cries,

In the garden of love, where her spirit lies.

Inspired by the green hills of South Gippsland and the work “Broken Vows” by Philip Hermogenes Calderon 1856.

Oil and Collage on Canvas (90 x 100cm)