After "Love in the Garden's Shadows" (part one and two) this is the sequel of those two poems after him found in the morning that she was gone...but where she was gone if anywhere?

She wanders aimlessly in shadows dust
fate’s whirlwind that covers her world,
poor tender, delicate and feminine lover
with nowhere to stay and nowhere to go.

Your man under that old oak tree, carved
with the knife of remembrance the words
that will tell, “night are not forever as you
read this lines, you will never be left alone.”

Crimson, the sun bleed over the horizon,
night would seems, to any desperate soul,
to bring much more darkness than there is,
solitude among a million people is so long!

She still wander aimlessly, without chains,
and yet, she’s the captive woman by gloom,
hope, she has used of hope its last tiny bit
and at the end of her tunnel is a black wall.

Your man under magnolia trees, shouted,
for destiny give you peace a little sojourn
from the heart feeling the consuming pains
and granted to you that soft promised love-

Crimson, a sun will yawn over the horizon,
morning will be again some times soon,
and another more benign of whirlwinds
will dissipate those darkness clouds of dust.

I am by the river, always I will be there until
the last day, until the last second on the clock,
you must believe it, my Prisoner of Sadness,
as with bare hands your chains I will broke.