Lonely was the night, hooted an owl nearby,
slowly she glided , under start-studded sky,
Silver gown flowed, over the velvet moss,
waved dark tresses, reflecting angelic gloss,
Staring at the words, embossed in gold,
trickled solitary tear,silent and cold,
{Caressing his wounds,her heart had shivered
resting in embrace,breath quivered, }
Blossoms lay dried,withered was her heart
engraved on a stone – Till Death do us part.
Each dusk, when sun goes down the hill,
arrives her apparition, serene and still.
u painted the drama of love and emotions along with it very animatedly and beautifully.
I enjoy your blog,
it is a breathe of fresh air.
best!