They were wed in the coolness of springtime.
When in the shade, snow covered the ground.
Now lying alone twixt Durness and Talmine.
In a grave she lies, in a small seaside town
He crossed the moor, wearing white leather.
Wearing white leather cross the moor so they say.
He crossed the moor no matter the weather.
He crossed the moor on many fair day.
He wanted for her to lie in sweet heather.
But none could be found where she had to go.
She wanted for him to love her forever.
He loved her forever, none else did he know.
They buried him there, on a cool summer day.
In the same grave, in white leather he lay.
Changed from a quatrain to a Sonnet, by help
from Debra Guzzi. Thanks Deb.