When the Azaleas bloom along the river bank
of Twilight River, my memories flow swiftly
inundating my attention,
All his sweet passionate kisses get honorable mention.
Young love bloomed as the Azaleas did there in those
wondrous times wavering softly with the sweet
We walked along the grassy river bank holding hands, while
he kissed each finger with those wonderful lips----
with such ease.
is capable of giving,
We knew this was a special time for us---and not truly living.
It was our place to share with no one else—as if God
made this beautiful homage for pure and
Because then all his birds sang joyous tunes, even a mourning dove.
Shadows and light dance upon the coolness of the grass----as
the evening sunlight sieved and blinked through the Old Oak
When we reached our picnic spot, he fell upon one knee.
It was then and there I heard the Angels sing,
My Darling Sweetheart gave me a ruby ring.
as my parents said he was too old for me.
I cried and pleaded to no avail, ----the verdict
My friends and relatives think even now---my pain is healed.
It is silent today, and the brightly colored Azaleas
which once bloomed, are dead,
Their lifeless bushes are withered and strewn
beside the river bed.
The once raving river flows gently as I walked
alone with a heavy heart---- upon our special
path and place of long ago,
I feel the pain afresh---when my parents said, “No.”
No birds sang their song to me, not one dove did I see,
Forever, my love will exist as each drop of blood streams
through my heart; I know my heart will never be free.
Because my precious Darling was the only man for me.
© BEPH 2012
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