I Live With a Ghost
The first time I met Paul it was true love,
I was lost in his deep blue eyes;
and now my true love has gone up above,
but this kind of love never dies;
for in night dreams his spirit does arise.
I bring a red rose to his grave,
trying not to weep_ trying to be brave;
the breeze on my hair is his touch,
each beautiful memory I will save;
oh, we love each other so much.
In my dream I hear him whisper my name,
come, come my love to me this night;
I have no fear- all fear I overcame,
and I find him in a white light;
it is not spooky but it seems quite right.
Paul has never left me- he is my ghost,
I keep our love in my innermost;
he is a voice that is talking,
friends say- oh, let him rest in peace, alright;
but beside me he is walking.
"Is that the wind wailing? No, it is my love calling."
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May 5, 2020
Poetry/Dizain/I Live With a Ghost
Copyright Protected, 20-1248-723-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Regal Royal Relationship
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
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