My Queen Rose

My Queen Rose

A Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)
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Sequel to my Rose poem part two

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Oh Princess Rose
Our years have passed
The time has come to
Pick a rose for you one last
And place it in your hair
But sadly you won't smell it's
scent as others I left for you in
days past

You were my love my one thee true
Oh we loved like our hearts
Beat as one as lovers always do

You may be lying there so still
And in your hair so long and wavy
Like the youthful Rose I knew
Of happy years spent together
Running through field and sailing
All day in wide blue seas

I picked a rose each day for thee
And you only loved me
Like a Princess only knew
I am now King and you my Queen
And now I bury you
Where red wild roses grew
And In inscription I place for you

"I'll pick a rose each day for thee
And place it on your grave for thee
Oh Rose my sweet Princess Rose
I can't wait to join thee
Under the rosebuds and cold moss I see
We will soon together be
And in the shadows and sunlight
Of our rose bush sweet
Where I picked my first rose for thee to lay at your
Soft sure heartbeat "

We will be as one once more
Under mossy grass and under
Rosy shadows hue
Near the rose branches
That I once picked
For only you
my one so true

So here I lay this rose
On your heart with absent beat
And my tears
They fall down on your pale cheek
I kiss your hair and cheek and lips
Just one last time
Before thee goes
To under rose petals you shall lie
And I'll visit you
With a red rose in hand
To place on grave so sad but true
Till the day I may gladly die
And lie beside you
Where rose bush grew
Oh so grand
On this Queen's land

© 2017 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)


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Thanks so much for your review

Posted 7 Years Ago


The two poems together are a touchingly complete story. The red rose of love from the ardent beginning to the bittersweet end. (*moist eyes*)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

7 Years Ago

Thanks so much x I appreciate your comments
We come to "dream's" end with a deep sadness and desire to fade into our loss. Dealing with being "left behind" - some can't, some do ...some try.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

7 Years Ago

Thanks for your meaningful reviews
Chris

7 Years Ago

I try to be ...real
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

7 Years Ago

Thanks me too

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Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

Sydney , Australia



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Amateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..

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