Her Gentle Touch That Cured His Great Ills

Her Gentle Touch That Cured His Great Ills She graced his life and gave her very best Erasing strife, passing every hard test Now with his eight flying decades flown by Death came not and he sat there asking why! How could he live without her soft touch He had felt great pain, but never this much Her death had destroyed his romantic world Into pits of hell it had his soul hurled Each night, her love-spirit came in his dreams He would wake alone, tears flowing in streams Then he would beg, put me there by her side I hate life, I am done with this hard ride One summer night her spirit came to play In saddest voice he begged her to stay With bright flash, they flew to another place To live happy, hand in hand, face to face Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2017 RHYME Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 160 Total # Words: 134