Lover of life, every man dreamt of you being his wife,
Long blond hair shimmering in the sunlight,
A golden face, forever smiling,
You held the reins of your destiny,
Your choice was love, as your soul ran free,
Cherishing the roots that made you,
When you disappeared the sun was blotted out,
Dark clouds brooding over the town,
Suspicions, hearsay and rumours abound,
Forces unknown had swallowed you up,
No trace remains of the flower that was you,
Only sadness and death is left on the doorstep,
The essence lingers long over a midland throng,
The essence is you watching from heavens view.
I love the way you capture the heartbeat of pure innocence... Stunning read xxx
I came back to this poem of you, dear Hazel, it is my fourth time. A tribute so sensitive.You compare her to a flower as I did in my ''The flower''an elegie to a young niece of mine lost in her 29. Relatives and friends unfortunatelly have to live under the pain of events like that...
You are the nice essence in lover's life and you are destiny oh God. The essence is you watching from heavens view. Very interesting poem shared really. Nice sharing...10
I can't believe that a decade has already passed since reading this heart-wrenching poem. And it's as warm to my heart as ever.
A golden face forever smiling.... lovely expression. A marvelous poem....top score
A ten and a treasured spot in my heart and in my favorites list
The Essence Is you- - this is a trace of that mystic streak in you that draws me to your poetry. You are a child of your country, my dear Hazel, and we are enriched by that a thousand fold! ! 10+ I presume she was not found and is still missing from Tullamore, County Offaly, Ireland. Our thoughts and prayers hold her up to our Lord.
Dear poet, This poem has describe a great myth and had seen nice descriptive about it. its a nice poem. thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem depicts the tragedy of this poor woman's life, but the legacy she left behind her still resonates the beauty of her being. A wonderful tribute to Fiona, a lasting treasure of her life in your poem.10++++++ Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn