The
devil picked you Eva, a beautiful rose, and cursed you with his seed,
In
your blossomed life so sweet grew his evil deed,
Yet
if he had known your soul he would have been entranced,
Then
instead of causing your death, with your life he might have danced.
A
waterfall of mournful tears will forever meet the cost
Of
your mortal body taken and a radiant beauty lost,
Which
can be seen the whole world over in your smiling Songbird face –
An
immortal image captured of Mother Nature’s nurtured grace.
You’ve
now conquered your rainbow and are now its gold
Singing
mediated, harmonious tunes that were foretold
From
inspirations to aspirations that hairs can attend
By
all who feel and love you – an ever-increasing trend.
Our
hearts are your holy grail, and in our love your vocals bloom like flowers in
Spring,
Melodic
echoes of high and low pitches resonate there when you sing.
You’re
in our veins Eva, permeating our whole being, a pure addiction sold
Where
the high is your enchanting, celestial voice singing melodies before untold.
The
air you breathed is still with us, it now rides the gentle breeze –
Whispering
through the forests you loved and surfing the waves of seas,
And
wherever the breeze may wonder, or the tempestuous wind can roam,
Your
voice can still be heard – from the rustling Autumn leaves to the thrashing
ocean foam.
©
Andrew Stevenson 30/10/2017
A poem I wrote years ago that I've just discovered I didn't post it.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
Most tear jerking Andrew, wonderfully written and equally wonderful to read.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
PS: see you got your follower phot's back.
Thank you Yvonne, for your kind words. I read Eva's biography, which had me in tears with her demise from functioning life! It was a wonderful read. Glad I've got my followers pictures back! Love love, Andrew. Bye.
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