The Gift
That time of year when love’s first kiss
Brought joys of rapture, heartfelt bliss.
When summer’s sun shone bright and warm
On waking on each glorious dawn.
The warm gentle breeze caressed our faces
Throughout a summer when love took us to exotic places.
When hand in hand the love we shared
He showed the world how much He cared.
He knelt and took from a small box, a ring
A token, a gift, from one adoring.
We paused and took a moment to linger
Then he placed the ring upon my finger
I took his hand and in it placed
A white silk hanky with embroidered lace.
Soon it was that day when we did walk
And sadness took over our parting talk.
The day when soft rain drowned our dreams
And washed them away in gushing streams.
That final day when all was right
A heart left broken when he went to fight.
The long and dreary winter passed
When a letter from him came at last.
Opened with hopeful news of peace, no more end to life,
That this news of his return to make me his wife.
Then from the envelope fell to the floor
The hanky given to my amour.
I knew then the news contained could not be well
The shaking hand I could not quell.
The letter said “He was brave, honourable to the core,
Of his kind the world needed more.
The day a good man died, a man who loved who went to war.”
©️The Gift Poem 2015 Lorraine Poulter
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