Keepsake of Love
Since I lost you my love,
my tears could fill all the oceans blue;
I am afraid my love that I cannot go on,
that I have lost me too and wander melancholy,
searching my heart and soul for a token;
a keepsake, a memento of our love.
I am adrift and invisible, I feel like a cast away,
and hide like I am hunted by wild creatures;
then, as I sit weeping on a city park bench,
I stroke my wedding ring and am taken back;
to our wedding day when we said I do.
So, I have found this token of our love,
it is this gold ring upon my finger, this love keepsake;
that I will wear forevermore,
as a token of our eternal love.
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March 27, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Keepsake of Love
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1342-216-27
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, The Lost Token
sponsor, Mystic Rose Rose, Judged 04/08/2021
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