Remembered, a Desperate Plea

Remembered, A Desperate Plea Summer of '74, sweet one you promised me in a couple years I'll return you'll see Forty years have now swiftly flown by I see not you sun nor your sweet sky Did you get so very lost out West go on another mighty far away quest Step into that gentle sweet goodnight or catch angels on a homeward flight 'Twas July the eight that you flew away O' how could I ever forget that sad day So happy that you were California bound you forgot to send word of what you found Forty years and no word ever sent to me never forgotten was your desperate plea Wait my darling, I will return as we plan to my sweetest love , my angel , my man Summer of '74 so sad and so very long ago you left me in loneliness no man should ever know I saw your spirit as it took you away from me never forgetting your cherished, desperate plea Life and time could never, never fully erase your love , smell , and beautiful smiling face Robert J. Lindley, 07-08-2014 A man can love too much, too deep and too often, the price he pays is as great as was the pleasure he thought he freely gained.Those lost often come back to haunt in sad memories the failures of youth! Life takes it's payment and nobody gets by without paying one way or another..