Alma Montenegro

Secluded Love

I kneel beneath a naked tree
Disturbed by the raindrop
As it departures from a limb above
Rapidly flowing downward merging
With a single tear upon my face
I hear your whispers caressing my heart
As I listen to the murmurs of the breeze
I surrender to my seclusion
For it is only your memory I carry within
Chaste, sweet, immaculate love
Gentle as the white rose
Pressed upon my chest
Your reflection is planted on my mind
Like the root of this tree
Hidden at the bottom of the earth
The past is irreversible
The future seems gray as the...