Posted on Sunday, 18 February 2001

You asked me once what she had meant
I closed my eyes and whispered ask again
In a loving glance which you lent
You begged my answer to amend

So, I guided you here and begun
While you patiently listened in the rain
In the sky the pain was laid and sung
And, my love, walked down memory-lane

People bowing their heads as they look at me
While whispering, "How could she die so young?"
Their gentle undertones they spoke so easily
An unending chorus they miserably sung

Bowing my head down feeling demise
When gentle rain hits my face warming it
Anticipating the gentle glow from her eyes
As I remember letters delivered and sent

Laughing merrily singing songs when
She looked at me that certain way of hers
Feeling locked her grasp outside and in
Unknowingly she stepped into another man's lures

At her deathbed she asked me for nothing more
When she looked at her child who shared her smile
With one last breath, she stepped through death's door
Leaving me sitting there for a long while

Wondering not for the first time what I had done wrong
I held her daughter and smiled at her eyes
Blue, beautiful, and those of her mother that made me long
And for years I worked in agony in my whys

Burdening me with the guilt of knowing that
I had betrayed my love not once, but twice
Looking in her daughter's blue eyes I sat
As my sins crept towards me as gentle as mice

Her daughter who had the same blue glance
Three generations looked searchingly for me
Two had innocently fell to the grasp of romance
And their failure was all mine I could see

So, I stand before her grave in the gentle rain
As my tears fall softly like pebbles of sand
You wonder why I cannot feel agony or pain
Or cannot repeat poetry across the land

For, my Marianne, it is what you mean to me
As I touch your hand in an enduring caress
Not my faults nor do my past do I see
But only you, my secret to success.

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