Love in a sepulcher

A poem about the loss of love

Oh lady of my luck, fate beheld you now.
A once wished for love did blossom.
Our budding rose of love did grow
Faster with every sight we sewed,
With gazes that breached our eyes
And every heart beat that we felt,
That could make a dead man rise,
Brought the flower of our love
To grow each day in size.

But alas time has had it's cackle
And roses aren't meant to last.
Now I fear I'm free of shackles
That now remain broken in the past.
What treachery, our love gone to fast.
For you and you alone my love,
I'd trade your space beneath the floor
For my life lived alone above
If it meant the world could see you more.

For your beauty did shine
From you the lovely muse of mine
And oh what a shine it did shine
Brighter than the day lights time
And that alone made our rose of love,
With hardly a help from me,
Grow to the loveliness it was.
Sadly though our love did slow
When death did reach for thee.

As for me I am merely left to live
As man that has lost his love to give.
For death did bring this ill-fated sting
That left me widower to a wife and ring.
As has death brought this chilling thought
Of the reminisce of the frail and pale
Wife that I had no chance to regret.
For this is what I heard and did fret
Of older couples that we had met.

But alas time did end our binding ties.
The one's I held in vow and further,
Past her sickness and her health,
Past the riches we were never dealt,
Past the sorrows of her death
With chilling bones and an eternal tomb
That holds her in sleep for ceaseless rest.
My wife my love my only ardor
How I long for you once more.