Her Song

 She was the start, the tried, not the end.

Her fabric woven from the world’s given threads.

The beauty, she is, such grace imprint

upon life, so dismal; humble, is her gift.

A smile started her, as her world was new,

the oceans, like her eyes, such a calming clue.

Her song she sung like the winds would blow,

having no quarrels, no problems below.

One time I grazed her, holding so tight

onto nothing, I was, but my base was her night.

Such comfort she gave in our starry skies,

as I stared deep into her ocean eyes.

That song she sung, she so played for me,

her voice would make my soul beautifully weep.

We would play her piano, her, the treble melody,

mine would play the bass as she would so sing.

But one day, I found her at the sea.

She said, “My world is falling down around me.”

I tried to comfort by holding her hand

she smiled and said, “You’ve been such a kind man.”

We traveled to our haven, where she sang for me so,

her face, pale, in the midnight glow.

I asked if she could sing her song as she had before,

a tear, she gave, and said, “I don’t remember it anymore.”

Reviews

[Blake]

Very beautiful, well-written poem. The last line gave it several bonus points lol. Great job!

[JanuaryDreamer♥]

i liked this poem(: thank you for sharing this! i cant wait to read more!
Gabby

[halflives]

This is tear-jerking and moving. I felt a tear at my heart when I finished the poem. The entire thing was gorgeously written, with a beautiful flow and a whirlwind of poetic nonsense that made up an incredibly romantic poem. The ending made me feel so awful for the narrator, and his lost love as well.