Far hath I come to be at thy side,
my heart my sole and trusted guide
To place upon thy breast this red rose, plucked this morn, a token of my love
Beside the note that praises thee for thy services to king, country and God above.
I stand here, gazing upon thy countenance, me a simple peasant girl who won thy heart
While thou wert alive, we swore that nothing but the death could keep us apart.
Rest now, my brave knight. Yes, close thine eyes,
For when next thou awakeneth, with me, thou shalt be in Paradise.
This was written in response to the Thursday Photo Prompt at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. For more details click here.