For Cindy... by Ron Shields

I remember the day

So clear in my mind;

To follow dreams of glory,

I left my love behind...

I close my eyes,

I see your face,

And all death and destruction

Vanishes without a trace.

I look to the west,my love my home,

As I stand here on the sandy shore.

Thoughts of foretold doom;

I'll see you no more.

I touch to my lips, my face,

These few petals of a once beautiful rose;

My longing for you

Now only grows.

Now, my last sight of the beast,

I must go for the battle grows near;

I'm not coming home,

To you I fear...

I'll not forsake my brothers;

They are my family while we are apart.

So I fight with the dream

Of you in my heart.

But wait....

Something is wrong;

I grow weak, I fall, no breath left in me.

The foretold doom;

I pray with your song.

Now I lay dying,

No pain do I feel;

Only lost love, here on this field,

Only your rose petal kiss

Would seal...

Petals now dried, still soft in my mind,

Of the rose you gave me so long ago;

Serve to remind me

You loved me so...

They brush my face as they fall,

I touch these petals to me lips with a kiss;

I'm coming home,

But you I will miss.

My brothers will carry me

Back home to you,

And a single red rose with these words,

"His love was true"

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