Thursday, May 5, 2016

Clover

First time I met her
With skin so fair
As pale as the moon
With a flower in her hair

Her friends gathered 'round
To celebrate this day
Without a cloud in the sky
The sun on her face

A man began to speak
To the crowd that came by
To give honor to this woman
Who is still as she lies

A leaf began to fall
From the tree branch above
As the speaker told everyone 
A story of love

She was his daughter
He only had one
With his only wife
A love that never came undone

What he does not know
Is that the girl was in love too
To a man never met over seas
From some site on the tube

I loved her to death
Never to see her die
And now I feel more alone
And left wondering, "Why?"

- PatInTheHat

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