Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Man Who Wrote Her Poetry


He wrote her poetry. Beautiful words flew from his pen like butterflies in summer.Her heart beat all the faster with each line. In her mind she saw him. She saw his soul and heard his plea, his oath of love. And he was a lover and she his love. Desire for him grew with each poem, each day. The poems he wrote of her sweetness her perfection became overwhelming. Dreams of this man filled her life.
Sadly it could never be for she belonged to another. So left alone with his poetry and the sadness of her loss. Looking up at the nights glory of stars, in a garden full of summers sweet scents. Roses and peonies she took her life.

9 comments:

Heaven said...

I like that he wrote her poetry and filled her life. But the ending is sad ~

Thanks for sharing this ~

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Heaven my friend. Worry not for she still loves him.



Melanie

Morning said...

you brought her to life,

sad beauty with love as the theme.

Morning said...

you brought her to life,

sad beauty with love as the theme.

Laurie Kolp said...

Beautifully poetic and romantic... loved this, even the sad ending.

http://lkkolp.wordpress.com/2011/09/24/human-pretzels/

Brian Miller said...

wow...deeply felt...to have love so brilliant yet unable to touch...very nicely penned...

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank you Morning, so glad you liked it.



Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Much thanks Laurie foe reading my poem. Broke my shoulder and am in much pain. Hard to type. The old one finger pecking.


Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thanks Brian. So happy you stopped and liked my poem. I have broken my shoulder and will not be writing much. Too much pain.


Melanie