A sonnet, from a Poet to his lost love.
When my earthly fire extinguished be,
will thou at my carved cross appear,
to speak of love, my posthumous spirit near,
and lay a flower there for me,
or wilt thou come when others long since fled,
with soft proud voice, unfaltering kind,
read a verse I left thee long behind,
and chance, a tear fall from thy lovely head,
think of love that prospered through the snow,
speak of love, not from a moistened eye,
nor sigh to murmuring winds for its reply,
for fragrant memories are unknown to woe,
no tears of pity, just a smile I pray,
life's ingenious scorn has quietly passed away.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Hopefully it needs no explanation.
Comments (4)
It speaks for itself straightforward and direct.
Love it.
Windy
pHIL;
Rob
A lovely sonnet...obviously from someone with a great experience in life.