Two souls are dancing in the evening light
Matching each other step for careful step
While their song plays long into the night
And between the rose bushes they leapt
He reaches out to pluck one from its place
Its red petals so precious in his care
His eyes take in each feature of her face
While fingers trace long journeys through her hair
The rose it wilts and petals fall away
Like his lover as she lay there dying
Their vibrance fading to a paling grey
Through their home are echoes of their crying
Hanging on to those you love and cherish
Can fill a life with bliss before they perish
About the Creator
Gunnar Anderson
Author of The Diary of Sarah Jane and The Diary of Sarah Jane: Between the Lines. Has a bachelor's degree in English from Arizona State University and currently resides in Phoenix with his wife and daughter who inspire him daily.
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