Elegy for a 'rose lost

Heady times and nearing dusk,
A day as any other,
As sudden as a storm at sea
My beloved is taken!
Gone! ……drawn from me with no warning.
My world lies desolate and shaken,
Consumed by a catastrophe,
A world already worth forsaking.

My sweet……… my sweet, sweet ‘rose !
The centre of my universe,
The object of my existence;
The meaning of my life,
The reason for my being;
What I was created for,
What I greet each day for.

Thought we would be together forever
But now she is gone, alone somewhere.
Tragic subjects are we
Bound in insensitive chains
To the arbitrary arrogance of cold destiny
The unfeeling arms of cruel fate.
In my life a dismal void,
In my heart, a disconsolate hurt.
Will I ever live again?

The mountains in the distance,
With their forests and streams,
Beckon;
The home of my soul,
The refuge of my tranquility.
But will I find my peace there?
Can I ever escape her memory?
The feel of her skin against mine,
Her warm breath on my neck,
The delicate lock of hair over her eyes;
Those eyes ……inquisitive, innocent, appealing,
At once enslaving with their gaze.
Will they ever cease to haunt me?