To Have And To Hold

To Have And To Hold

Veils of yellow silk caress its steel cold frame.
Remnants of a love,scattered,torn.
Within every fold, a trinket hiding there.
Each holds a memory of it's own.

A beaded purse once held, as precious moments in her grasp.
When love died, abandoned there.
A crystal necklace,trickling tears,across a pillow dormant now.
Replacing the fiery tresses of her hair.

Negligee's of the finest lace, trail as loneliness across the floor.
No longer floating cloud-like around her form.
Entwined instead, within fragments of a fragile mind and heart.
Discarded,tossed as debris in a storm.

A door, that seals all memories inside, forbidding entry to the room.
Within this sanctuary he does dwell,
upon her sensuous beauty, fiery hair, her bittersweet perfume.
Waiting in silence for death's final knell.