In the lovely garden – she was there.
His goddess veiled by floral leaf.
Materialized by his mournful stare.
Any bystanders could feel his grief.
Her cast stone skin – an ivory white.
Her statue drape of burgundy lace.
She is the same shape and height.
He couldn’t help but see her face.
While he sat on a hard-stone seat…
He had a beautiful love story to tell.
An old French vagrant… to most, he’d meet.
Eager to reminisce about his mademoiselle.
I heard he’d passed – he’s no longer there.
It is indisputable… I’m sure his spirit soared.
The hopeless romantic who sat in the square.
Gone to a heavenly garden – met by the one he adored.
For the Sunday Muse
Photo: "Ireland" by Emily Soto, fashion photographer
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