Love’s Ballad
Roses he gave her, she took them in her hand
The petals silk warm, still harboring his touch
She knew not where to look, his face was a beacon
A desire of yearning, too bright to stare upon,
So she stared at the roses, their rosy tinge her own.
The years they raced by full of home, hearth, and heaven
Their love knew no bounds and their eyes saw no other
Until the day came when a lone grave boasted roses
One standing alone to see light like a beacon, eclipsed,
And roses ice crusted by death’s wintry dew.
This Jolly Beggar 
One’s not half two. it’s two are halves of one
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Very much so.
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sad, but such is life.
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This ballad always ends the same way.
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I love how you don’t tell which person has died. And roses ice crusted by death’s wintry dew GORGEOUS line
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Aww thanks so much, Alicia!
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Beautiful, tragic poem 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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Beautiful. Despite the inevitable, they had a happy life 🙂
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Yes, they did! Thanks, Ali. 🙂
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Roses were the glue in their lives. Lovely poetry and worth reading a few times over and over.
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They were made for each other! Thank you for the generous comments, James.
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A sad ending but a life lived well and full of love. Beautifully done.
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Thank you kindly, Subroto. So glad you liked it. 🙂
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Dear Dora,
A lifetime of love in two verses. Touching. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. So glad you liked it!
Aleichem shalom,
Dora
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What a beautiful poem, Dora. Yes, I too liked that you didn’t tell us which one is standing there alone. Death robbed us of so much but thankfully, there will come a time when it will no longer exist.
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Oh praise God, yes! Death is not the end. Thank you, Adele, for your sweet comments.
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Yes, praise God and you’re welcome, Dora 🙂
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Sad, but “til death do us part” is the end of most love stories – unless, like I believe, there is an eternal in which we can be rejoined. But of course not in the same way. However, the love will remain. Happy ending.
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I too believe there is an eternal, and that makes all the difference, by God’s grace. 😊
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Sad, but in a beautiful way. Well done Dora.
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Glad you liked it. Thank you, Keith.
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Beautifully done, Dora. I would not be surprised that the surviving spouse join their love sooner.
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Neither would I. Thank you, Dale, for the photo inspiration! 😉
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My pleasure Dora!
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Oh this is so bittersweet and lovely. I picture my grandparents as you write. Thank you!
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Sweet of you to say so! Thank you for the lovely compliment. 💝
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A love that will last forever ❤ Beautiful elegy poem, Dora.
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Glad you enjoyed it! ❤️ Thank you, Lisa.
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You are very welcome.
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Beautiful rhythm and writing
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Thanks, Jude.
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A pleasure
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The trajectory of a life filled with love so beautifully penned.
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Thank you, Brenda! Happy you liked it.
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This one is too sad for me to re-read. Partings .. so painful. How could we survive without our hope of eternal love.
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You’re so right. There is no hope without God’s eternal love. As we lose people we love, it becomes more and more clear, and makes us more and more thankful for our life in Christ Jesus, who has set us on a journey to an eternal kingdom where every tear will be wiped away! Amazing grace!
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