Roses,- Pink, and Babies Breath.
The icy pink against the misty white,
reminds me of the day we wed.
I felt my heart would burst for joy,
as hand in hand, our marriage vows were said.
Before the world and all the gods and goddesses,
we vowed that we would be forever true.
And nothing in this world meant anything to me,
except to be with you.
Our children grew up fine and strong,
while time just seemed to trundle gently on.
But, then the autumn years crept up on us too soon,
still, we just carried on.
When later, winter came, we saw it through
and kept each other warm as lovers do.
But in the spring, I handed you my ring and said goodbye,
Though love may be eternal, in the end, all lovers have to die.
It grieves me so to see you weep,
each day I watch you shuffle to my grave, on weary feet.
The journey growing harder for you every single day,
Yet in my heart, I know exactly what you want to say.
The roses,pink and babies breath, are beautiful my love.
But yet, it is the beauty in your heart that warms me so,
And I will wait for you, my love, until your time has come.
Then we will walk together once again, in that sweet place,
where clouds of babies breath and ice-pink roses grow.
Patrick W Kavanagh 10/02 2015
Beautiful.
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