Weathered words on cold stone face;
Lines unspoken for hundreds of years.
Forgotten memory of love, anonymous in time,
Cloaked in moss, strangled by vine.
Weeds knotted at her feet, compete for space;
Bramble and nettle discourage approach.
Ghosts from the past, only visitors here,
The shadow she cast has long disappeared.
A ray of sunshine, a breath of fresh air,
White petal of spring drops in her hair.