The House By the Lake

Sorry, everyone; this one is depressing, as well. But at least this one has a beautiful love story to it. Unfortunately, it sounds like a Nicholas Sparks book. .-.

Our first meeting was set in our youth,

Far too many years ago to admit the truth.

I saw her for the first time,

Swaying to and fro to the beat of Holly’s rhyme.

He told us to “Rave on!” and so we did,

Not caring about what tomorrow hid;

We were young, and we didn’t care

We only thought of what the night had to share.

I asked her to dance and she said “Yes!”

And, I must admit, she was far better than the rest.

We courted thereafter �" my heart hers and hers mine;

I did all I could to make her face shine.

It didn’t feel much longer than that

When three years went by like a tip of the hat;

Our graduation had passed, and we lived in our home:

A large estate, where wildlife and children could roam

Not that we were going to have any

For our budget just couldn’t provide for many

I could barely afford my home, in which we had to move.

My darling cried as she left it, wounds unable to soothe;

She loved that house, and she didn’t want to leave

But also knew it did no good to grieve

We found a small house by the lake

That I knew straight away we had to take.

It was there, seven months following,

That I finally listened to Venus’s calling;

I proposed to my darling, one day during an outing

I sat there, rowing and doubting

That she would accept my request;

Instead she will see it as jest.

I gathered my courage and the four words left my lips

I prepare myself, lest my heart rips

A shriek is heard and arms wrap around me

She accepted; it was meant to be!

Sixty-eight and one hundred hours following, she was in white

And our hearts fell together in that night

But, alas, happiness is not eternally sublime

Forty years is a second, when one considers time

I stand now, eyes gazing among the stone she lies beneath

If only it could be her very self that she could bequeath!

I collapse on my fragile knees, weeping as I collide

She said it would be okay, but I knew she lied

Now all that remains is the house where we fell in love

Passion as sweet and gentle as the dove

The house by the lake, where I shall remain till my death

Is truly all I have left.

I know my heart is as cold as emery

For now she is but a memory.

Reviews

[DCT ponderings]

Beautiful indeed! Made me yearn for my own house by the Lake and forty years in a second.

[annabellee]

Wow this is such a gorgeous story packed in great rhymes. I absolutly adored it. And you're right, it is like a Nicholas Sparks book but that is a compliment :)

[Writer4Pbear13]

Excellent work, yet again. :)