Croix De Guerre
Hard as granite and cold as
stone, loves so far been barred.
Her loveliness came in spring
time and a rose became my
heart.
Swept across the ocean came,
sickness atop the tide.
A plague that anguish falls
beneath, and causing rage to
die.
I so young did fall for, a
promised spring for ever more.
Alias the rose that was my
heart, died in winters war.
It wilted in the snow and cold,
and time it could not bare.
It's bravery and in the face of
disdain, could win the croix de
guerre.
Copyright © Damian York | Year Posted 2014
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