Her eyes

He waited until the sun sinked low,

The flowers lowered thier mighty crown,

The lonely nights of silent desolation.

Heart nay had a tiniest ray of happiness.

 

The lonely path, deserted now,

In a park bench he sat

Eyes set out the wide deserted road

Waiting every dawn, every dusk.

 

The years rolled off,

But he did wait,

As winter chimed in and left

As summer played and left.

 

He waited for those lovely eyes

That sparkled and enticed his lonely life

He waited to be by her side.

An eternity passed she never turned by

 

One rainy night,

The thunder roared and lightening sizzled

His waiting did come to end.

In the grave next to his dearest one he lay.

 

 

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Fantastic words of deepness so well written. Loved the lonely park bench picture too.

    Liked by 1 person

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