My Beloved

You may not know, all that I owe, To all the glorious heavens up above-- That through your eyes, no longer in disguise, Can not make me ever forget our love. And what was torn, on that wretched morn, Would leave us not knowing what to say-- The stars were blind, until I should find, All the reasons for us both to be away. Time could not stand, you holding my hand, Something greater has kept you so near-- The calm of your smile, was ever worthwhile, each moment I cried you were in each tear. No longer can I dream,as now it may seem, that through it all you have again retuned-- I am even sadder, not knowing what is the matter, that in this sorrow there is much I have learned. Rightly that I miss, the tenderness of your kiss, and every morning how you brushed your hair-- No matter how far, and where ever you are, I was your delight and you were my bliss.