Cobble stones <br />are his tears, <br />his monuments; <br /> <br />I hear <br />ragged air <br />flapping <br />over his garments <br />as he falls- <br />her face before him. <br /> <br />She gave him water; <br />clothed him. <br /> <br />His gnarled heart <br />sang for her, <br /> <br />his flight- <br />swan death down- <br />because of her; <br /> <br />the church bells rung for her <br />by him <br />in his tall tower pedestal. <br /> <br />How much love is it <br />in downward death <br />to have love's name <br />on your breath? <br /> <br />How much love it is <br />for love's one glance <br />be enough <br />your life to forfeit? <br /> <br />Quasimodo <br />breathed <br />his love <br />in earthward <br />flight; <br /> <br />before crash <br />his heart burst <br />surely <br />as he called her name- <br />Esmeralda, <br />Esmeralda; <br /> <br />he then felt her kiss <br />once more <br />before shattering land. <br /> <br />All sufficed <br />for what then <br />came: <br /> <br />Cobblestone Tears: <br />Love's Remains.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-love-s-remains/
