I buried your heart <br />one fine spring day <br />and planted <br />a sighing rose <br />above it. <br />Perhaps some <br />would water it <br />with tears and fragments <br />of memories and sorrow, <br />but not I. <br />Pain is but trickery <br />and loss but a product. <br />What tears have I <br />for passing time? <br />Fearlessness is my virtue <br />and laughter my answer. <br />I am twilight <br />and my eyes are twinkling. <br />I buried your heart <br />one fine spring day <br />and planted <br />a sighing rose <br />above it. <br />My heart turns to stone; <br />it serves as a marker for you. <br />Fear not, <br />for it is time.<br /><br />Rebekah Gamble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/laughter-17/
