You may love someone though parted
By many miles and many years,
And that love remains like a
Lovely tulip opening and closing
With the dawn and the dusk.
Years pass and life goes on. . .
But that love is never forgotten.
It glows with a golden light
Within the heart.
Letters need not be written,
Words need not be spoken.
Thoughts are enough to sustain that love;
Thoughts, and memories shared.
When I light a candle, it is for you
In remembrance of the burning embers
Of our love that will never grow cold,
Even as we grow old.
© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong