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Honeymoon Island
The warm, moist air is heavy with perfume
It drugs me. I am limp with desire
I wait for her where the roses bloom
Too long the wait I weary and tire

Looking up at her lighted window
Catching glimpses of her form
Wondering of the seed I'll sow
When the marriage ritual I perform

At last she glides down the winding stair
In a white gossamer thread
Milky white skin and flaxen hair
An hour later she lies dead

I meant not to kill her so quickly
She was much too fragile and weak
I hadn't known she was sickly
A stronger bride shall I seek

I buried her 'neath the roses
Red like the blood she did shed
This part of my life now closes
Now that my beloved is dead

I am doomed to hide on this island
For the rest of my natural life
This beautiful, fragrant Highland
Alone without a wife

The fruit is large and succulent
And will sustain me as long as I live
To another world my beloved I sent
I wonder if she will forgive

A stronger bride I cannot seek
For I cannot show my face
I am doomed to live a life so bleak
For my deed I can't erase

I live among the roses with their heavy sweet perfume
On a lost and lonely highland
I am the brideless groom
Sentenced here by my own hand

Copyright © 2005 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)


Posted: 2005-07-22 00:49:33 UTC

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