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. _____________________________ 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