Know That I Grieve

i have not buried you

in the past

but as a keepsake deep

in my heart

sometimes I catch

a glimpse of you

as you pass through

my mind

and my heart skips

a beat

you smile at me

like you did then

when our eyes met

and my soul danced

If you should find

yourself

thinking of me

know that I 

loved you then

truly, deeply loved

you then

and know that

I grieve the death
of that moment

in time

when I could have

told you

but instead

I said nothing

and let you walk away

 ©Rose

Romance, Romance ...

...wherefore art thou Romance

if not alive in the heart of man

where dost thou hide

could thee be buried betwixt

the yellowed leaves of an olde novel

or lie thee brittle and fragile

amongst the shallow lines

of a paperback book

pray that it not be

that man has laid thee 

there to rest

let that not be the

 saddening truth

Alas! what fate man has

bestowed upon thee!

how shameful to be so

forsake!

 would that it not be so...

but that thou beest in

the melody of the dewy dawn

 in the sonnet of hues at sunset

 in the poetry of the pure pearly moon

or 

that thou hath concealed thyself 

in the petals of a rose

tenderly pressed to lovers' lips..

Romance, art thou sleeping there

waiting for love to awaken thee

with a kiss

©Rose