Almost Tomorrow
My darling dearest lady
tomorrow is near,
the weather will bring showers
of teardrops I fear.
Your lips will not be smiling
eyes not there to shine,
for I know that tomorrow
you will not be mine.
Today one of memories
nothing else to do,
only kisses you gave me
to stay with me true.
I’ll love you for evermore
till that of God’s sign,
then I’ll fight to remember
days of divine wine.
Within my heart a candle
‘tis all I have left,
feelings that will never leave
weave your warp my weft.
It is almost tomorrow
for here I succumb,
wish upon a groundhog day
tomorrow won’t come.
© Harry J Horsman 2016
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2016
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