It Is Hard To Watch
Softest breezes carry delicious scents from a carpet of flowers weaved in the woods,
Bluebells bend as one, ripples in the oceans, they rise high then fall like the tide,
Watching this sea of flowers it is hard to accept the one you love will soon be gone,
A nightingale sees your sadness from his bough, his head cocked and sings a sad song.
It's hard to see flowered landscapes growing rich, your love smiles with sunken eyes,
Plum bloom falls in showers following the wind when your love is weak with suffering,
It's so very hard to smile and laugh, watching your love, as her skin hangs off bones,
It's so hard to look at the sea of bluebells knowing your love will soon be in heaven.
At times, good people ask me how she is, I can't answer because it's too hard to speak,
Watching larches, dressed in spring green next to wild cherries, it gives me no comfort,
We used to sit and watch pink wallflowers in our cottage garden it bought us happiness,
But now my strength has gone it is so hard to pretend when your heart is in little bits.
Copyright © Terry Trainor | Year Posted 2013
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