THE STATUE
I got a glimpse of a statue off in the distance,
Gave me a sense of remorse and love unfulfilled,
It was something in her stance,
That made you look deep into her eyes so stilled.

So much so, that I stopped and turned,
For within that moment I yearned,
Another glimpse of this form,
That had my mind so curiously torn.

What had happened to this young woman?
Why the look of sadness and despair?
And then when I walked around the headstone.
I could see why she was carefully placed there.

She was only seventeen,
And died many, many years ago,
And as I read the plack I could understand the scheme,
Of the artists purpose to design her completely so.

She was engaged to marry the man of her dreams.
And before he returned from war,
It was not the future as it seems
For news of his death left her heart so torn.
Her death was quick for she became sick and lovelorn.

There are those who can repair.
A love so lost and gone.
But her statue gave an aire.
Of the love she desperately longed.

For some can go on living.
And place their love within a box.
A box that has no love for giving.
And live a life to never find the lock.

So in her eyes you feel the sense of mourning.
That can not be undone.
For she carried a love so pure and adoring,
to another world we find above.