Destined Day
The flowers
the flowers
are crying, you see,
as they cling to the wood
that encompasses me
and the heart that still loves
the now widow above
who will hopefully never forget
that
the husband
the husband
all covered in fleurs
who now sleeps in the earth
is still grateful to her
and the heart that still pines
for the lover enshrined
who has never once thought to regret
all
the moments
the moments
that love had endowed
and
the kisses
the kisses
that came with the vow
to
his lover
his lover
who will not allow
her memories--
to wither away,
unlike the fleurs
on destined day.
Copyright © Michael Perriatt | Year Posted 2010
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