A fully bloomed love flower
But there was never a bridal shower
There was never a lovely wedding
There was no gift of new bedding
A love that was cut too soon too short
A love that had built a very strong fort
A love that will last forever
Although they did not grow old together
A love that started all so very small
That would eventually conquer all
He might have died but their love never will
For it is now on top of a very large hill
No children as a symbol of their love
At least he is watching her from above
YOU ARE READING
Monchele
PoetryThis is just a poem I wrote for a school assignment but I wrote it from the heart. P.S sometimes it makes me cry and some of the lines don't make any sense
