One Last Day - Poem by Hannah lastname
As I see her lying there,
Her pale skin oh so bare,
The withering rose about to walk away,
From the ever fading light of day,
Her soul so full of love
Like Aphrodite's symbol, the dove.
And though her face was drained,
I remembered that her smile could part the clouds when it rained.
I cried with so much regret,
'Why couldn't I have been there when you wept? '
Her gentle smile creeped on her face as I continued to weep,
When she was released from her imprisoned sleep.
My tears turned as she said,
'My dear, for how many days have I laid in this bed? '
Through my sobs I stared at her pale face,
'Two years you have been enslaved in this place,
Your eternal sleep has caused these tears to stream down my face.'
'Weep no more my love, I say.
This is a special occasion. Here, with me, will you lay? '
'Of course my dove, I am overjoyed that you are here to stay.'
'I love thee more than words can say,
But every rose must wither. I have only been granted one last day.'
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