So Shall It Be In The End...

What choice has bittersweet despair,

A dying rose,

An empty chair.

Shall I then grieve and weep for thee

And temper broken heart and soul

So I can cherish one more gaze

Of happiness, of summer days

And bristle with abiding love

Of life cast now in shade and brook,

This ebb which pains with force and fate

United soon through heavens gate.

Reviews

[Terpsichore]

A wonderful write. Such a classic feel to the lines I was totally absorbed. T

[Wayne Riley]

Thank you for your wonderful comment. I really appreciate it. I am so glad you enjoyed my work.

[jcfrancis]

Loverly poem. Sounds like a haunting epitaph...
"bristling with abiding love" is a fantastic line. The ending is, of course, lovely and haunting all at once.

[Wayne Riley]

Thank you for your wonderful comment. I really appreciate it. So glad you are enjoying my work