Death of a Romantic Lady

The death of a romantic lady by Jude Kyrie She has dedicated her life to love and romance affection always craved and never withheld. Living in a dreamlike state of untruths that to her were as honest as the day. In dreams she lies in green meadows the wind curving the golden barley. Her heart is as permanent as the stones her love unlimited and given freely. She knew men that she called her lovers. They drained their needs and desires Into her and she loved them. She bore their children and gave them all she had. When they left her she lost a small piece of her heart. Sometimes they took a big piece. After many years she had none left to give. But still she gave of herself to them. When she died she lay rested Below the swaying branches of the weeping willow. as they caressed her headstone. And all the wildflowers in the meadows. Turned to face her grave To glow in her sweet warmth even in death