Thomas Mcferran Poet Free verse

On the Death of My Wife

Now you are gone
and your lovely face has faded
what shall I do with your rosy cheeks
which live in my heart, but jaded.

What shall I do with your deep dark eyes
in which I drowned one day,
and your beauteous ebon hair 
where moonbeams used to play.

Now you are gone
and I am in this field standing by a lonely sycamore
I’ll think of you, and you will come to me
my one true love, ma chérie d'amour.

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Poet Destroyer A May 1, 2013 at 6:22 PM Thomas,, a nice winning poem in the "WORD PORTRAIT" contest :-) *LINDA

Sheri Fresonke Harper April 30, 2013 at 10:35 AM Thomas, very touching double portrait, it makes me feel very sad for you, my condolences. Congratulations, I really enjoyed reading it.

Delysia Hendricks April 17, 2013 at 5:00 PM Awwww, Thomas. I feel your pain. As far as poetry goes, a fine write, my friend. :)

Suzanne Delaney April 17, 2013 at 3:16 PM A sad but beautiful love poem. True love stays.