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* This is a sunset photo of the Atlantic Ocean, taken from the summit of Mt Cadillac, Acadia National Park, Bar Harbor, in my home state of Maine. I used to go there every summer ... but it now holds a rather bitter memory for me. I do, however, recommend it highly, as it is one of the most beautiful places on the planet. *
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We sat upon the rocks, my love and I
Atop Mount Cadillac, there by the sea
And as a doubloon sun slid down the sky
I asked her, with my ring, to marry me
Now it was not to her, complete surprise
For we had often talked of marriage, soon
Yet 'tween the Tanzanite to match her eyes
A limpid diamond now shone with the moon
And while I'd worked so hard to fill her needs
To tend our bloom of love and help it grow
That ring so cut my heart, (and still it bleeds)
For back it came with one sharp edge of "no"
Then, as I rose in soundless rage to leave ...
I gave our love and that damned ring ... a heave.
Ten syllables/line, counted at HowManySyllables.com
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2018
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