Delilah

your beauty was statues, pure
I couldn't believe you were real
there's more to you than meets the eye
on close inspection, you do feel

a tear shed ever so lightly

tickles like butterfly kisses

such a strange sensation I'm sure

emotions fleeing like wishes

you lips in a permanent pout

goes well with your alabaster skin

I try my best to protect you

from vandals perpetual sin

in my garden, like Eve you stand

watching over all the flowers

befriending the woodland creatures

and absorbing Nature's power

day came, garden was empty

my Delilah had gone away

I followed her path through the brush

found her standing over her grave

looking at you, covered in sadness

there is something I need to say

you died almost three years ago

spirit lives, body's in decay

your will was strong, wouldn't let go

constructing your body from stone

meticulous about which ones

you will age but never grow old

I had forgotten about time

fleeing at an alarming rate

I wasn't immortal, I aged

Death came like a pre arranged date

my body, worm food in the ground

in the garden, is where you still stay

waiting for a prince Charmin’s kiss

to take you far, far away

fairy tales, don't always come true

Quatrain Poem

Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince