I have heard this from a good friend
and I regard that story as precious and very important
so I have mine like this in an Essay Poem:
A young man had a girlfriend,
he was getting tired of her,
because she sent him messages every hour,
that said "I miss you" or "I love you".
One night before bedtime, he received a message,
but rather than read it, he went to sleep.
In the morning he was awakened by a call.
It was his girlfriend's mother crying,
saying that his girlfriend was killed last night.
He was in a state of shock, went to read the message:
"My sweetheart, come quickly, I think someone is following me! ".
And Now Every Day He Comes
And Brings One Extra Flower
To The Spot Where She Was Murdered.
Moral of the story:
Never reject those who love, care, and try to reach out to you,
because one day you'll realize you lost the moon while counting the stars!
If ever you are touched by this story,
please give it a short comment.
Thank you so much, dear Poem Hunter Poet friends,
sincerely Sylvia.
A heart touching story really. You are right. We should not neglect anyone who shows love for us and care for us. Sometimes his loss becomes unbearable. Seems like a really life story. Loved it.10+++++
Thank you so much that you loved my essay poem, Anil Sir! I am very happy to realize that you have come to pay a visit to my poem site with the apprecaitive comments. I am touched greatly, Anil Sir. Thank you for the generous 10+++
(cont.) When calls come in, I listen, reply 'Uh-huh, gotch ya Babe. I love you too.' (cont.)
'She' was probably murdered by ANOTHER guy who she bothered 'every hour'. I have MANY women calling me day and night. (cont.)
Very, very touched by this moving story! So well said and so well written As if we had been present Such a tragic love story with a very deep lesson. I congratulate, you, dear Sylvia, for such an impressive, unforgettable poetic gem!
I am touched deepest by your mesmerizing appreciative compliments and responses, dearest Sandra Your impressive and captive support means a very lot to me, non comparable! Tears are rolling, must I tell you. Gratefulness has no other superlatives, fondly Sylvia
Thank you so much, my dearest Sandra, being grateful has no other suoperlatives as I once told you. Thank you once again from the deepest of my inside, may God Bless you constantly and greatest