She gave away her heart
Beneath the beating sun
He held her hand so close
She was his only one.
In time, they knew, love grew
More each day and more
The years went by, youth flew
Old age caught up for sure.
In death she held his heart
And wept for days of old
Her tears ran down his face
Against her skin his hand felt cold.
Love lingers on beyond
Though tears she sheds no more
She takes his love to Heaven
His soul to meet once more.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
A second attempt for d’Verse…at trimeter…wonder if I got it this time?
The image is my Great Grandfather John Henry Mcclanaghan and his wife Frances with their eldest daughter Frances. Taken about 1904. theirs was an unusual love story. Some of it is in the link below.
Hues of Hankinson 