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True Love's Last Kiss
by Stephanie KentThe night has arrived
Enveloping the green moor in velvet black
Stars prancing every which-way through the sky
Mocking a lass' solemn tears
An Irish Rose slowly slips to the floor
Locks of red fire tumble about her delicate shoulders
Heavy head bowed on porcelain hands
In quiet lament
Trembling lips meet with ones frozen and death-shrouded
Longing for the youthful, sunny warmth
That used to greet her, smiling from a warrior's face
Now locked in cold stone...forever 06/19/2003 Posted on 06/20/2003
Copyright © 2024 Stephanie Kent
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles J Hannan on 06/29/03 at 03:30 AM You have a lot of them already...so here's one more..WOW!!..;)...this is beautiful Stephanie! |
| Posted by Marjorie Anne Reagan on 06/30/03 at 04:50 AM You paint the picture very vividly. Beautiful read! |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 07/17/03 at 08:02 PM wow breathtaking imagery... really brings me to the place that you speak of. gorgeous poem stephanie. |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 08/10/03 at 06:40 PM Hey how did i miss this?lol.Great poem Stephanie.You have such a wonderful imagination that delivers beautiful lines. |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 12/26/03 at 05:31 AM congrats congrats congrats on POTD steph! this poem is as spellbinding as the first time i read it. a very well deserved POTD my friend! :) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/26/03 at 10:47 PM Quite a poetic study of grief! Gothic in style I think. Congratulations on POTD! |
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