Vilmos Zoltan Galyo Poet Free verse

Black Flower On Your Stone

Black Flower On Your Stone

Hah. I am laughing at our fiction, unhappened love
Yeah. Super love could not be born. Hmm. Why? 

Difference. Two atmospheres. Social. Cultural. And
You are an English lady. Yes. I am a European man

Hmm. Yeah. Two worlds. Two morals. Can’t live. No
Together. Never. But I loved you. My suffering was

Your happiness. I learned. No more. With your like
Never. Contacts are cancelled. Be good. Good luck

I am honest. I was. I am. I will be. Yes. Keep you
Far. From my life. Done your monumental memory 

I am walking in our cemetery
Just drink, drink, and drink
And remember my hope

The hoped love
I am dead
I loved 

You

Only

You

Yes

Oh

Hoped
Love

Hmm
Time passed

No more
Love

Possibility
Is dead

You live
In my mind

Walk
Cemetery

Thank you
Your dream

I
Love You
You

I visit you
You live
Still alive

In my heart
I put, give my gift
To your life

Your face is beautiful
On your tombstone

I made a photo
Black flowers
My children roses

On your 
Monumental stone

Loved you
A poor, but honest
Demon heart

Dark
Light
Rose

I am sitting
There

Please
Open

Your
Crypt

And
Let me
Love

Live
The love

With you
Immortal

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sara Etgen-Baker October 9, 2025 at 5:43 PM I appreciate the 'unraveling' structure of your poem as well as its message. Vilmos Zoltan Galyo October 10, 2025 at 12:30 PM Thank you, dear Sara.