I found her there in springtime.
A wondrous time, you know.
My love in all her gloried form
With such a wondrous glow.
She had no special treasures
That other girls possess.
But she was always doing things
I valued none the less.
She always held me firmly,
But gently in her arms.
I never felt she knew how much
I valued all her charms.
She spoke in tender whispers.
A vocal tone so sweet.
She told me all the things she loved,
The things I won't repeat.
Though just a country bumpkin,
She wasn't dumb at all.
I thought she would have done quite well
At any prom or ball.
I would have had her join me,
But never got the chance.
She died in autumn, late that year;
Before our Christmas dance.
She lives again each springtime.
That's when she blooms, you know.
I see her in the flowers.
The Girl With Wondrous Glow.
though she is dead you bring her back in the beauty you see..in the flower...a lovely poem
A beautiful poem - a great blend of happiness in remembering the Girl with the wondrous glow in the beauty of the spring flowers inspite of her untimely death 10
You expressed a most stunning love and wonderment. Smiling til she died, then tears fell. sure enough flowers bloom to celebrate her wonderful presence. Magnificent work.
Even in death, life goes on. There's a loving warmth to this poem. Thank you for sharing. :)
an awesome poem...nice flow to read...and how wonderful you descibed the girl became a wondrous flower after demise...very nice...10
the lord of rhymes...rhyming words are nice to read..very very beautiful...naizz
A very beautiful poem...wonderfully rhymed and full of emotions. Indeed very nice! 10+++
definitely in the greats. sir... beautiful.. just!
As one has come to expect a deep sentiment etched between lines of romantically written poetry that naturally flows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful wistful write and a wonderful read.......10