A Rose For Mary Poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen

I think about her in her old purple dress
As I walk pass our local inn- Bloomheight
And how, by these cool sea breeze we bless
Our day, and chat the evening into night

She would tell me of orchid; of lily and Rose
How she loved tulip, violet and carnation
She would sing a song and write me a prose
And read my poem with great admiration

We would talk of love, of life and our 'morrows
And the beautiful cities we loved to see
Then share our bread, our joy and sorrows
Every evening under the same coconut tree

Then come those moments of golden silence
Each with a vision of never-ending love
And sweet laughters that follow thence
As we speak of beauty beneath and above

I think about her bobbypin of yellow butterfly
Upon her lovely dark hair with streaks of brown
And how her smiles like flickers of a firefly
Would temper my pain, my mortal frown

But all things grow old and die they say
Ah! Such is love with a broken tie
Time steal her beauty of yesterday
And memory has wings, one day must fly

I cannot tell if she misses me more or less
If her lovely eyes now glows at another's sight
I cannot tell if she still wears her purple dress
And dance before her lover day and night

Would she still mention my name
And tell our tale to her new found love?
Does she bless those memories the same
Way I do with this poem to prove?

'Oh! Our paths might never cross again' cry I
As I watch two parting leaves on the water float
Nothing lasts forever, I wonder why
That leaves a heavy lump in my throat! !

Then it came upon me at long long last
Love must shed her own secret tears
Now I must live in the present not my past
A rose for you, Mary, for all those years! !