His love Desire

Though these eyes are deep
the windows of your soul
sweet dreams in his sleep
a blanket over snow
he has not a loved one
lost them in a fire
hides from the sun
it reminds him of Desire
in the flame that took their lives
there was one other than his parents
his soon to be wife
the ring still in his pocket
the last thing he has left
around his neck a locket
it was hers till death
he holds the ring
the locket too
like a treasure
who's gold was true

..........................to be continued