A Teardropp Touched A Rose Poem by Alan White
A Teardropp Touched A Rose
I knelt beside her grave that day;
That day when soul and body parted.
Though finer part took flight, they say,
Tis here I stare, now broken hearted.
I loved her more than words could tell,
But words were few, my sad repose.
My head now bowed, this living hell…
As my teardropp touched a rose.
A touchingly sad poem. I hope that this is just your muse speaking... Best wishes. jack
Beautiful and sad, Alan. I see PH has not been able to eliminate that 'p' bug... but it does not detract from the content. Fantastic first submission - hope to see more... take care. Joey xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Having lost my husband very recently, this poem was very meaningful and poignant. Very beautifully written and a lovely read. Thank you for posting it on PH. Excellent write. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX