She was mourning when he found her. <br />A pretty girl of eighteen. <br />She clutched a later in her hand. <br />She looked so crushed. <br />A wilted petal is all she was. <br />He knelt beside her, took her hand. <br />She said they were to be wed. <br />He held her tight and let her cry. <br />She cried and told him he was dead. <br />He held her tight and let her cry. <br />He came to see her every day. <br />Everyday her eyes grew bright when she saw him come around. <br />He wooed her well. <br />Charming and polite he was. <br />And then one day a storm rolled around. <br />The forces brought the flower down. <br />The fragile petal broke again. <br />He begged her and pleaded her forgive. <br />She locked the the door and cried, No more! <br />He came to see her every day. <br />Eventually her lock fell away. <br />She opened the door and cried, No more! <br />She leapt in his arms, armor gone. <br />He twirled her 'round and kissed her face. <br />He swore the petal nevermore to break. <br />He slid a ring on her finger. <br />And said they were to soon be wed. <br />On her wedding day she cried from glee. <br />He held her hand and kissed her sweet. <br />She looked at him with hopeful eyes. <br />She looked so happy, unbelieveing of the lies. <br />She thought it all would soon be well. <br />Then the next day they found her dead. <br />Her eyes were closed. <br />Her face was sweet. <br />She looked asleep. <br />Her once smooth nightgown though... <br />It bloomed red. <br />Her heart was broken. <br />No more to beat. <br />The heat of her body now fled. <br />The emptiness filled the room. <br />All was still as she laid to rest. <br />He was gone. <br />As was the ring. <br />His last words still filled the air. <br />'Nevermore the petal break.'<br /><br />Adrian Cordova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letter-from-a-friend-dance-of-a-lover/
