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A prince, a maid
A tale told through time
Pledges made
A love spoken through rhyme

Two hearts fully paired
True love’s courtship ensues
Lover’s embrace shared
No other would they choose

Delivery of ill-fated news
Grief-stricken realization decides
Perfect love’s memory, blooms of red hues
A remembrance in Spring’s tides
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Comments (13)
Dear StepMom - I've never mentioned this but I often wonder how you can be approaching 1K stories and never burn what's baking - which has the priority, the bake or the write - just joking; or am I..? - So Fondly - StepSon
Wonderful, just like a story! Pics are very beautiful ✨😊
Such a beautiful poem. 🌷🌷🌷
Lovely!
Mesmerizing and beautiful 💖 And the image? Wonderful!
This is glorious MC and had me dreaming of spring!!! 😁
So gorgeous! I love the spring and its beginning signs so much <3
Well-wrought! My mom's favorite flower, though she preferred the yellow ones. I recall helping her plant them when I was a kid, so this brought a smile!
Wonderful pics and lines in your poem!
A captivating story of love and loss.
Love Tulips, Sharon. The background story is sad, but the Tulips remain as a celebration of their love.
Oh my, the news that Shirin is dead was fake news? Poor Farhad 🥺 I never knew the symbolism of tulips. Loved your beautiful poem!
When two lips become as one, then shall the flower bloom. Yeah, I don't know what that means either. Sounds like it could become a proverb for pretty much anything, lol. Very nice poem, Mother.