Rosemary

 Rosemary

 

Until my life is gone and  o'er  

These words from my soul forever will  pour

A girl that I loved long years ago

The pain of her loss filled me with woe

 

Rosemary and Me

Wished to be free

Free to live and free to love

Like a flying mourning dove

 

Rosemary is gone. She'll never return

My poor faded soul, forever, will burn

I wish my heart could be free once more

I wish I could find someone else to adore

 

If I knew then what I know now

I could have avoided this fate, somehow

I am no prophet; I’m merely a fool

I’ve had and I’ve lost such a valuable jewel

 

Alone in the dark, I call out her name

Her wandering ghost will never be tame

I try, try again -try to forget

I awake every night in cold pools of sweat

 

I’ve wondered aloud, many a time

If this world has reason or bittersweet rhyme

Does this life have meaning- or is it a game

Is there  honor in death - or is it just the same

 

Rosemary's scent was airy and sweet

Her soft gentle smile always a treat

Her laughter was music, the chorus her soul

Each day away was endless and dull

 

Rosemary's voice – a melodious tone

Her shining gray eyes could turn you to stone

Because Rosemary's will call out no more,

These words from my soul will continue to pour.

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Jeff, this is a great work. I feel there are certain places where you could have more punctuation, but of course it is your creative vision.
The tone in this poem is very sincere and, as you said, I believe this is one of the best works I´ve read of yours.
I believe that there are points that this poem can get a bit redundant, but it is absolutely your judgement whether or not that´s your style, and what you were going for.
I think everyone can relate to some type of failed and tragic relationship in their life that will make them thoroughly enjoy this particular poem.
Thanks for writing, this is a great poem!



A man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
— Paul Simon