Black Velvet Rose: Book of Thorns

She sat there under the wildwood

Through season after season waiting

Through the rain, snow, and the falling leaves

Waiting on him to make his return...

 

 

She was once a young girl

In love with a young man.

They would sit alone together

Under the maple and the pine.

 

Moving to the cherry blossom tree

They would sit from sunup to sundown

Turning their magical day into smoky dusk

As a year of love flew by.

 

As days went by, months, even years,

She sat alone waiting for her cherry blossom love.

She searched high and low, heaven and hell

As the tears flooded her eyes.

 

She sat beneath the hemlock,

She sat beneath the pine,

She sat beneath the peach

Where he told her you are mine.

 

She sat through the summer,

She sat through the fall,

She sat through the winter

Watching the snowflakes fall.

 

As her hair grew gray

And her body grew frail

Cherry blossoms layered

Her tenderly, with care.

 

With seeds planted by pink blossoms

And cherries filling her breast,

A muffled request of love’s tender care

Left the sweetest juice for her heart to bear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2011 Black Velvet Rose.