By The-Drifter-From-Heaven
It was beneath the moon, when my heart did grieve,
From the passing of my lover, Ingrid.
By a villa, near an ancient oak tree,
In my heart her memory lives—forever free.
I was loved by her, and she by me,
Beneath that villa and the oak’s decree.
Our hearts entwined—like roots strong and deep,
A love more than love, in sweet wild sleep.
As the new moon rose, a new star aligned,
A gentle flame woke the heart she resigned.
A golden light led me through the shadows of the past,
To a mended heart, free from the sorrow that did last.
Even the seraphim in heaven know,
In my heart her memory is cherished—forever aglow.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 4:48 AM UTC
By The-Drifter-From-Heaven
It was beneath the moon, when my heart did grieve,
From the passing of my lover, Ingrid.
By a villa, near an ancient oak tree,
In my heart her memory lives—forever free.
I was loved by her, and she by me,
Beneath that villa and the oak’s decree.
Our hearts entwined—like roots strong and deep,
A love more than love, in sweet wild sleep.
As the new moon rose, a new star aligned,
A gentle flame woke the heart she resigned.
A golden light led me through the shadows of the past,
To a mended heart, free from the sorrow that did last.
Even the seraphim in heaven know,
In my heart her memory is cherished—forever aglow.