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 Posted: Sat Sep 23rd, 2006 10:11 pm
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Chrissy

 

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The scent of wild roses

He will never forget
the scent of wild roses
that she wore in her hair
on the night he first kissed
her finger tips
her eyes
her lips.

and the moon will never
shine more Autumn golden.
will never illuminate
one more beautiful
than she
her midnight hair
cascading like a veil
her velvet eyes
gazing to the sea.

And where she stood
and where her naked feet
made prints
in blood red sand
he will carry
in his memory
for ever and eternity.

Until his last breath
he will gaze up on
that vision of ethereal beauty;
his bridge between worlds,
his fragile link
between the state of
what we are
and what we think.

No silken gown
will flow more lovingly
over softly yielding skin.
No one will love him
more purely than she.
No one will adore her
more deeply
than he.

In future time
when he returns, lonely,
to this place
and touches the cold stone
that does not bear
the imprint of her hand,
he will but close his eyes a moment
to see her standing there
the taste of wine upon her lips
wild roses in her hair.