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Saturday, February 7, 2009

Picture of Love

...quietly you sit
loving me with your soft eyes;
this picture well viewed...

Many miles away I know not
what you really think of me,
your letters dated months ago
still remain beside my pillow
the small bundle pining
for one more creased page
to be slipped beneath this
pink ribbon, that smells
of lover's valentine perfume.

Everyday the sun relights
my slowly shortening
candle of hope, my hands
shake as I reach into
the depths of my mailbox,
the one painted with daisies
that stands like the leaning
tower of Pisa just below
the drooping branches
of an aged willow tree
at the end of the lane.

But there is only ever
darkness and crawling
creatures to great me,
my hope snuffed out again.

4 comments:

Meena said...

I like this - I feel as I have been through those thoughts before.

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

So tender and sentimental, and filled with such longing:

"your letters dated months ago
still remain beside my pillow
the small bundle pining
for one more creased page
to be slipped beneath this
pink ribbon, that smells
of lover's valentine perfume."

Sarah-Paige said...

Welcome Meena to my humble abode here on the net, thanks for reading and commenting...

Thanks again Nancy, as always I love your visits here :) I stole (!) the idea of a pink ladies ribbon from a scene in the BBC mini series called Bleak House. If you like movies about English 19th century society I highly recommend it.

gilly said...

oh darling
thank you for breaking my heart
i smile