Love Poem: Come, My Whisper

Come, My Whisper

 
I can be found down a long winding road, Brush away the leaves and you will see my name; Oh yes, this poet from whose pen words flowed. In life, my poetry never had great fame, In death, I am a wispy ghost that haunts his days; Brush away the leaves and you will see- my name. Oh, on my grave, weeping, flowers he lays, He has searched the world for me with longing love; In death- I am a wispy ghost that haunts his days. Come, my whisper gentle as a mourning dove, You have travelled far, dear one, let me hold your hand; He has searched the world for me- with longing love. My poetry book, he found one day in a distant land, And he fell in love with this girl from another time; You have travelled far dear one, let me hold your hand. And then, a dagger to his heart and at last he is mine I can be found down a long winding road; And he fell in love with this girl from another time, Oh yes, this poet from whose pen words flowed _______________________________ March 12, 2016 Poetry/Terzanelle/Come, My Whisper Copyright Protected, ID 16-767-522-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. For the contest, Where Will They Find Me sponsor, Marugu Mo Third Place