Eternal

Another old piece I found rummaging through some drawers.

Eternal

A Goddess walks the beach, alone

A sorrow in her heart that cannot be shown

With long, dark, hair and with skin, tan, and kissed by flame

A man would be lucky just to know her name

She’s upset for if she’s the Goddess she’s been told

She will never die, and her lover shall grow old

She stops and looks to watch the sun set

She cannot help but weep here at the place they first met

Soon she gasps, as a moan escapes her lips

Feeling strong, loving, hands rest upon her hips

She turns quickly to see the man she loves there

Wrapping her in his arms and vanquishing her wares

A man with dark hair and tan skin the same

Anyone would think he’s a God by any name

He’s the one who calls her the Goddess that she is

Now she would know, he’s been a God since they were kids

“How is it that you became a God?” She asks with a sigh

He replied, “Because true love is Eternal, just like you and I.”

Reviews

[G?]

Eternal love, the subject of poets since the origin of the written word. Eros would be proud.

[Bryan Webb]

Ahh, but a traditional sonnet would have been preferred to this style, right? Ha, thank you for your comment.

[Sins]

Oh! I enjoyed that a lot! Despite the length, the story was a whole lot more in-depth than I thought it was going to be. It's a beautiful piece! Can't wait to read more. c:

[Bryan Webb]

Thank you, I appreciate the feedback. :D

[iamshadowine]

a beautiful poem! keep writing :D

[Bryan Webb]

Thank you so much.