On a day in Fall by chance of fluke two poets walked on a narrow road
Each one lost in their own thoughts, their eyes locked in a deep look
So intuned to Nature's flow were they, their thoughts strayed to and fro
On and on emotions stirred, and in short, strange feelings began to grow
He cast a pensive backward glance with his trusted dog at his side
Into her hand he placed a note with a crimson ribbon it was tied
With the saddest look upon her face, she nodded her head and cried
The expression shown in her weeping eyes made him beam with manly pride
To evoke deep emotions so intensley shown upon her small exquisite face
'Twas his need to see right then as heaven descended on that place
Without a touch or spoken word, they fell in love by poetry's grace
Her thoughts often stray upon those words and her heart sometimes race
She sits alone in the dark of night to think about that walk they took
He died as the Winter winds blew cold and stared at them with frosty looks
Her heart remembers all he wrote and she keeps this note in a safety nook
" Would you be my lovely wife?
I don't want to die alone
Soon I travel to the unknown
My fateful death can't be postponed
I go at last to my heavenly home"
copyrightŠ2006Irene
