Everlasting True Poem by Jessa Hughes

Everlasting True



The green, salted ocean; vast trail held them apart
The love he knows and feels so close
Hope that she is true to him as he is her
He blows kisses in the air, hoping the wind will let her see the lasting touch of true love
Praying he’ll someday find his way to his love everlasting and true.
The one thing that holds them together as the Atlantic keeps the apart

She hopes he is as he seems, loves her as she does him
Though she’s fallen ill, she still prays to see him before her death, kiss him with true love
She looks to the clouds, hopes he’s looking too
She loves him, more than one could possibly know
Waiting to see and touch the one she loves so much

She’s dying, incurable illness
She cries as she tells him they may never meet
He lies, steals, cheats, borrows, hides and fights to come to America
She lays in her hospital bed, hopes to see him before she gone
He’s flying to America, dreams to see her soon
She’s slipping slowly trying to hold on and doesn’t know he is so close
The sound darkens the room and the wails of death beseeches her forever

He gets to the address he gave her once long ago
Hoping she’ll answer, knocks lightly
Fear enter his heart as he looks to eyes of the woman who answers, her mother
He asks and she falls to tears and wails
Telling him her beloved baby girl’s sad fate
He asks to see her even so and explain his reason for being so
The mother knew nothing of the love they shared

He sees her coffin in the faint light
She’s so pale, though she fits her picture almost perfectly
His tear falls to her eye and he kisses her cold lips
“I love you and always will, forever and always our love be true”

He lives on for another sixty or so years
Loving her, thinking of her, kissing her picture still
He never married
Cause he knew it would not be true
The hand he never held, the only one he wanted, loved
He died at eighty-two
He couldn’t live without her and longer, as he did for so long
Died of an unexplained heart attack

“Old age, ” some many were so sure that this t’was all it was
But only two who loved everlasting and true knew that was what killed him
For he had lost her so long ago

The everlasting love
That was once so true
And never completely whole
The everlasting love so true
So many still know nothing of this love,
Everlasting, true

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Philip Housiaux 28 April 2008

This poem is prepared to be long and break up rhythm and rhyme in order to get out what is an obviously strongly felt story of true values and admiration in suffering. Very strong writing. Keep writing and study prosody.

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