Ghost of a rose

The valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue
A maiden fair
In despair
Once had met her true love there
and she told him: She would say…

*”Promise me
When you see
A white rose you’ll think of me
I love you so, never let go
I will be – your ghost of a rose..”

Her eyes believed
In mysteries
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
Her spirit wild heart of a child
Yet gentle still, quiet and mild and he loved her
When she would say..

When all was done
She turned to run
And danced into the setting sun as watched her
And ever more
He thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moons forever – he’d hear say…