Lady Fair With Primrose-Eyes Poem by Audrey Loveland

Lady fair, with primrose-eyes,
Upon your bosom teardrops lie,
Your faint complexion stirred with red,
Your gilded-curls lay limp and dead,
Your slender-frame cold to the touch,
The air is still now, in your clutch,
Your parted-lips bestow a word,
A final thought that won't be heard,
The people come from all around,
To watch you lowered in the ground.
Outstretched arms and tearful sighs,
For Lady fair, with primrose-eyes.

© Audrey Loveland