A TOKEN OF LOVE

There is nothing left for me to do 
But spend my nights thinking of you 
Our vows has been broken 
Now all that is left is a little token 
Your white lace panties 
Are displayed on my bed 
I found them under my pillow 
When I tried to rest my head 
I held them in my hands 
For a very long time 
My fingers gliding gently across the pink lace 
As I close my eyes I can see your face 
I've always loved those little roses 
That are embroiled at the side
I held them close and spread them wide 
I remember when I saw them 
For the very first time 
Just thinking of that day 
Brings tears to my eyes 
Now you are no more 
Our love has come to the end of the road 
And I feel so out of place 
But I find solace in that little token 
Those white panties with the pretty pink lace.
By 
Wilford Barker.