His rose Petal.

She cried, my Lady, my lady, as her Maid came through the door,
Ther'se news about your Lord Ship, While she scurried cross the floor.
Her Lady's at the window, In her Waiting chair she stayed,
From the day her Lord had left her, to fight with the Crusade....

A tear fell down the Ladys face, with joy that news had came,
When she opened up the seal mark, her tear just turned to pain.
For down it fell before her feet, was the petal of a rose,
No words were spoken, her maid turned white, For every body knows....

The petal of the rose had brought, To her the final news....
Her Lord was killed in battle, Now her true Love she did lose.
She lifted up the petal and she cupped it to her breast,
She didn't want to take the news, she must put him, to his rest....

The Lady dropped down to the floor, her cries were heard all round,
Her Soldiers and her Guardians, in the castle grounds.
All bowed thier heads in silent prayer,
For they knew, what news had come.
They knew, she waited at the window, For her love Lord to return....

From the day she pressed that petal, to her lilly pure white breast,
It left it's print upon her, She wore him on her chest.
They brought him home, She did mourn, She put him in the ground,
And at night when all was quiet,
you could hear her wailings, sound....

she was sixteen when this happened, when she lost her only love,
She never left her Waiting chair, in the tower up above.
She sat by the window, Day and night, untill her heart did brake,
Sixty years, she waited for him.
They carried (HER), then to her wake....

They laid her down beside her Love, in the castle grounds,
From the day that they had buried her, you couldn't hear a sound.
For sixty years her wailing, had travelled on night air,
The day they laid her with her Love,
There was silence every-where....

Now she's finally re-united,with her one and only Love,
The petal mark upon her chest, had turned into Dove.
It carried her soul to him,
In the sky, way up out there.
Now she rides upon his big white horse,
With her true Love,
On the air........
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
Missing that someone.....

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watersandthewild
Some good lines here Liz,
Ru
2725dl
thank u guys.
Balles
heart beating
Redex
another great, I loved it albeit sadpeace hug
cherryreggae
crying crying true testiment of love, captured in this beautiful poem 2725!!!crying crying
2725dl
Thank you Bill, I do read your poems and you've some beauty's there good man keep it up. Liza
kickit22
There is nothing stronger then the power of unconditional/real meaning of love.
It was reported in a very small capacity that the master of a dog died. This dog stayed by his grave everyday for 6 years.. following that was a cat who visited her masters grave every day for a year. That type of love knows no other....

Kick..
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