Greta's Garnet

They parted from circumstance, danced on the line
A beauty in red, fooled by travel and time
A promise to her in her winter visage
A figure that showed in his future mirage

Seas flowed with crimson, shores tinged with pink
Time trading years in no more than a blink
Each with a garnet, stamped with return
As long as the heart beat, then so would the yearn

Old age took hold, at the table she'd sit
Cutting the seeds from a pomegranate
And her stone still continued with crisp, vibrant spark
As guided out Noah, when it became dark


Death took her hostage, and his she became
As she sang on her deathbed her lost lover's name
Of course he'd still find her,  her garnet displayed
From the hands of her youth, and their stone from the grave.

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