Eternal Teardrops
I come once again my love to your resting place,
where roses grow beside s t o n e s beautifully forlorn;
I am lost in a huge sea of cold tombs and space,
my long golden hair is like a wave that flows.
When you died, my love, my heart broke and just froze,
those old drums of T I M E ceased for you and now, I mourn;
rain from above falls like your teardrops on my f a c e .
This place- a picture of serenity and grace,
my eternal t e a r d r o p s come like a sea new born;
I am weather-stained with tears time cannot erase,
my life is a RAVAGED garden where nothing grows.
I wear a veil of mourning and hold a dead rose.
my spirit is E T E R N A L L Y stone cold and torn;
with eternal teardrops- your stone, I embrace.
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August 7, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Eternal Teardrops
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1050-576-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Rhyme Time 6, Verses of Metaphors
sponsor, Laura Loo, Theme #6- Eternal teardrops
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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