It’s a passionate surrender
The face has no name
It fell by the wayside
But a story, just the same
Hiding behind a handsome mask
Dreams that were shattered
As the hands hit the glass
It’s a passionate surrender
That face with no name
Reaches back to the sadness
From whence it came
Elizabeth Van Dyke
It's a gorgeous poem that might grab the eyes of readers if configured as suggested below:
It’s a passionate surrender -
The face has no name,
It fell by the wayside.
But a story, just the same
Hiding behind a handsome mask.
Dreams that were shattered
As the hands hit the glass,
It’s a passionate surrender
That face with no name
Reaches back to the sadness
From whence it came
Either way, it's a keeper. If you decide to play with the format a bit you can probably
send it directly to editor@poetspeak.com for possible re-posting