My Love
.
When I think of you, my darling,
I am still that wide-eyed girl
Who held the whole world in her hands
As her heart was set awhirl.
Without a thought or intuition
Of how short a life can be,
We promised ‘til death do us part;
With a sweet expectancy.
God gave us such a little time
To wrap up every dream.
The plans we made were not to be
All included in his scheme.
It’s not my place to question God
I knew from the very start;
But I cannot help but wonder
Why our world was torn apart.
You’ll be the same, my darling boy,
When we are allowed to meet.
But you won’t recognize the girl
Who had made your life complete.
It has been another lifetime
Since you had to leave me here.
My steps have slowed, my hair has greyed,
And my eyes are not as clear.
Yes, the years have surely changed me
Since the day we had to part.
To make sure you recognize me,
I’ll be carrying my heart.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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