Love's Fate
Naima Ansarah Gunness
19 Dec, 2011 06:07 PMOne poor heart loved another He treasured her every word Cherished her every step And indulged in her every touch He loved her smile, her eyes, her heart He wanted her forever Their time together was limited Every moment was timeless He would ask her hand In marriage, he thought They would run away He had a plan "Meet me under our tree at dusk" He whispered in her ear He bought a ring With his hard earned money Of working day and night Just for her He dressed his best Packed his things Holding a wild flower in his hand He got there on time He waited for her Dusk turned to dawn "where is my love?" His worrying voice broke down And he shed a tear Thant day turned into a year And his love wasn't there "Where are you my love?" He said with dismay Until one cold evening He was blessed with luck He saw her standing there By the tree All dressed up It was the perfect time He never let go of the ring For he kept it always on him She would finally get her surprise He held her hand Wanting to burst with joy She looked at him With teary eyes of green "Why so sad my love?" He was confused "I'm getting married today, my love But not to you..." That was all she could say Until she ran away Leaving him hopeless And gasping for breath He dropped to his knees His eyes drowning in tears His heart shattered The ring fell to the ground It was now dusk She belongs to someone else now It is now dusk Time for him to die He tied a rope To that sacred tree And around his neck The rope rested As he jumped and ended his life Leaving behind a note to his love: "I love you, we will meet again in time" She went to the tree That faithful day To tell her love, that she ran away She left her family And her husband to be To be with her real love Under that tree But to her despair She found her love, his note And his swinging feet Inches above the ground She gasped for breath And the ocean fell out of her eyes As she wanted nothing more than to be with him So with a sharp stone She gashed her wrists As she bled to death Under her love For they would soon meet again Whether it be hell under Or heaven above..
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Post a Comment10 Sep, 2012 07:44 PM
Very nice
25 Sep, 2012 11:12 PM
WOW...!!!!! YOU ARE A WONDERFUL POET...LOVE IT...
KEEP IT UP.
23 Nov, 2012 02:24 PM
i find this poem to be interesting and full of heart.it gives the feeling of being there that fatefull day.i must say the poet of this writing is a poet of warmth and feeling in their writings.i enjoyed this with great meaning.ty to the writer and i say keep writing with your heart as you have displayed.