In glorious July, birds call across,
meadows where edelweiss perfumes the air,
where the Dore, a silver thread, meets Dogne's fall.
A couple stands, fingers intertwined,
they talk about books as they usually do,
but duty's heavy script binds, in their gaze,
pain lingers, as loving dreams fade.
She smiles, like fragile porcelain, he averts
his eyes, can he bear to live life unknown,
beneath the mountains a breeze takes hold,
longing ignites, yet hope turns cold.
Let’s sketch this tale in still air,
a marriage undone, dreams laid bare,
to trace the fault lines, where affection dwindled,
recalling the silence there at arrival.
In France’s embrace, two souls together,
yet edging away,
a love story paused,
as if caught in a snare,
wishing for hearts and displays of care.
A short honeymoon
decided their lot
dividing their minds,
in life they were caught.
I like You rhyme romantic.
Thank you for reading
I love your rhythm
it was a beautiful read
Thank you for reading.
I do like the thwarted romance of it all and I love that you didn't resort to rhyme, the piece has a rhythm and a flow of it's own.
This is awkward, it is the regrets of both parties in a marriage not chosen by themselves, yet the choice to follow through with it was also their own, much like most arranged and political ones.
How long indeed does love last, that s what I am left with after reading your poem, a couple falling out of love, yet trying to keep it going by continuing to do the things they have always done. Beautifully written @saltycat xx