6-15-97 He looked at her And saw that she was watching him From across the room their eyes met And a smile lit up on both their faces A connection began with that look. The plans for tomorrow were set. That night together love was rooted. Hesitant at first He kissed her sweet lips. At that moment their love grew. She laid awake in the dark wondering Wondering if this could be the one A thought that is always present. And he went home ready to give his heart. That night their dreams met one another In the heavens of thought. Their love matured and united As every day became a day of happiness Both filled each other's soul. One night he showed up with a rose A rose that looked and smelled of true love She took it gladly as she did his heart That night would be the night that their flower bloomed Love never stops giving once truly received His eyes opened with a slow ease Awakened by a gentle kiss from his blossom They held each other warmly As love filled the room The scent of their love made her feel like an angel Every day she doused herself with his essence He whispered those three heavenly words into her ear As he always did with the world at his tongue. Months have passed And love is the temple they have built As they stand as pillars to uphold it. One night she waited for his return And awoke the next morning with an empty pillow at her side She began losing herself in confusion and worry. The phone pierced through the silence As she listened Her heart dropped And tears swelled in her dazed eyes Her muscles weakened And her trembling hands dropped the phone It hit the floor and her only response was silence In an instant the tears began to pour She cried with all her love For days. He was part of her And now that part of her will never return His murder was an accident He was on his way to see his beautiful princess With a dozen roses and a bottle of their scented love. She received this But not from the hands that had loved her He is gone But she will always keep their love. Every day she can smell the essence of him She smells the bottle for his comfort She knows that he is with her So long as she can smell their bottle of love Never will she let it break.
Reason for writing:
The inspiration for this poem came to me in Paris, France;
The city of love. An event happened to someone I didn't
even know, but it struck me as a very serious matter. I
felt a desire to write what I think that person might have
went through to feel so close to the bottle of perfume.
I saw the bottle break and the tears that mixed with the
spilt love on the floor.
Love means so much to so many people. The word could be a
god itself.
Neil R. Hagre
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