True Love Lies 'Neath the Willow Tree

Fictional account of a love that time forgot......

True love lies ‘neath the willow tree

forever cloaked

in serenity.

 

Two lovers caught in clasps of fate

their partnered hearts

forbidden to mate

 

One look at her, his breath she took

soft, cherry lips

an innocent look

 

But time was not on either’s side

her heart he touched

in love’s foolish pride

 

In contrast to her skin of cream

his own tone bore

a hazelnut gleam

 

With plans to meet beneath their tree

they reached for stars

twilight ecstasy

 

Awakened by the hoods of white

both laid to rest

in flaming firelight

 

Their souls entangled in the clouds

their bodies here

in one earth-bound shroud

 

Under the weeping willow tree

eternal love

for both he and she.

Author's Note

photo is from colourbox.com

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Their souls entangled in the clouds

their bodies here

in one earth-bound shroud.
A nice poem . Those are my favorite lines...

[Avocations of Amber]

Thank you Sami for such a positive review.... :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome . :)

[Distant horizons]

Beautifully painted picture of how others intolerance can destroy beauty. No matter how far we reach the heights and achieve, there will always be intolerants trying to drag us back to the dark ages for one reason or another. Sickening this happened at all, but with people like yourself writing so beautifully about it, enough perhaps to make some pause for thought, then there will always be hope. And we all need that. Wonderfully penned

[Avocations of Amber]

Thank you for seeing the vision in it. Yes, intolerance has been, still is, and probably always will be in some form or another. Shamefully so, but love can still prevail. Thanks again :)

[Distant horizons]

welcomes :-)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Whimsical and simply a nice write. I saw it as two young lovers who had their first encounter and left it where they found it or alternately, that love endured and after a life long love they were buried beneath the willow.

[Avocations of Amber]

Once again I extend my thanks to you for taking the time to read and review my writing. It's an honor, really. :)