Teddy and the Rose

Teddy and The Rose They met one picturesque afternoon. ‘Twas early summer, I pressume. At the Paradisal Gardens, all festooned With an air of opulence and the perfume Of concentrated Rose Attar; He was a prestigeous gentleman Dressed in fine attire A man of the highest echelon One might find in the pages of Esquire; And she, a simple belle, Tall and elegant and lean. A very exquisite and unique girl. She wore a dress so tight and emerald green Her skin so soft, her cheeks all rosey! She stood there by the white-picket fence On that warm sunny afternoon And as he walked by he was smitten by her radiance and he knew that on that picture-perfect day in June He would lose his heart forever! All he knew of life and love seemed so infantile Till this day when he marvelled upon this stunning work of Art. He was captivated by her smile... So hot like the sun that it melted his heart And made his mouth thirst for more... And thus began the budding romance between Rose and Theadore! A perfect couple they were... A match made in heaven no less! Overjoyed by each other They remained in a beatified state of bliss; Yet when joy is at its greatest The heart puts love To the highest test... A simple test so easy, yet so tough To prove true love’s endurance; To see if it will last! Thus Theadore was sent upon a mission And had to leave Rose far behind. Her heart was broken As was her shattered young mind, But she fought off tears as she waved her beloved goodbye; The years went quickly by And Rose’s beauty has slowly waned Her color has drifted from her face and her eyes Bear many furrows, yet she cannot complain... For in her heart and soul does lie The portrait of her Theadore... And his image keeps her young and supple! He, an older man, warn out by life’s bitterness No longer young and handsome he seems to struggle Inspite of all life’s turbulance. With the aid of a cane he walks on and on An endless journey And in his travels he began to wander Through many familiar venues. His mind began to ponder, If this was dejavu... When his heart failed him so suddenly Many years ago one picture-perfect afternoon! His eyes, two pea-like slants caught sight Of a formless shadow Drawing nearer he could see to his delight It was his Rose...the lady of his heart which long ago He left behind to pursue an aimless quest His heart still beat with a mighty zest Like a frightened bird Beating against a cage within his chest... And kneeling beside her, He embraced his beloved in a warm embrace. He found her a frail figure And her beloved face Pale with a ghostly sheen like a wounded dove. His heart could hear her undying spirit yearning deep within With a passionate rage, defying all but love Yet in his eyes he saw her as before... A raging beauty in all her splendor... As he scooped her dying body off the barren earth Drawing her near to his chest, kissed her lips Whilst she took her dying breath! Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 12:25 PM PST, Mary Aris   0 • 8