About the Poem
This poem is about the death of my first love, James. I actually wrote it a few years ago, but it's by far the most special to me.
|Prepared to rest
lay still, my James
to become of the earth
to blend with the rain.
Mother Nature's gentle hand
had slapped me in the face
when I learned that my true love
had traveled to a lonely place.
Stars, never seen again
by his lovely eyes
His lips never touched again
despite my bitter cries.
Petals sleeping on the ground
marks the place my love is found
and when the cold wind sobs his name,
know my James is cold, but safe . . .
And though December's sun is gone,
in its place, his love shines on . . .
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