There she sits on the bench so fair with her long and lengthy hair
There she sits and waits for me
Yes there she is my Bethany
That time seems so long ago
Just before the fallen snow
Before death’s icy hand stole you from me and the land to never hear your voice just so
This is a hell only I can know
For you were a true love to me, yes you were my Bethany
- Author: Tony36 ( Offline)
- Published: June 27th, 2017 10:30
- Comment from author about the poem: Find this and many others on my blogspot site. www.tanders-tma.blogspot.com
- Category: Love
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Comments6
Thanks TONY ~ sad but well stated. We all have a "BETHANY" in our experience ~ mine is still with me ~ but if she goes ~ I will die too ~ BRIAN
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A fine write T.
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Well written. Tony I am sorry for your loss. The pain will never go away, but she will live on in your heart and now in your poem!
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So poignant - a really captivating piece of writing.
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A very well written poem Tony!
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Good emotive write.
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