The Love of My Life

The love of my life looked me in the eye As if I was dreaming, he understood Like the beat of an eagle's wing I felt his pupils expanding in gentility It was the very first day I held his hand in mine He remembered He called me kind The love of my life looked me in the eye Like sun beaming from encompassed gloom A feather flirting the fingertips A splash of refreshing water He understood. . .he understood And every word was so clear and new! It was the very first time The connection sparked The love of my life looked me in the eye And then was gone in a week's time His spirit slid away in bits, like sand Returning to distant lands He never said goodbye Those green eyes still ponder and shine Leaving but remembering All that was said The love of my life looks me in the eye As tears flow down my cheeks I miss the gentle beat of the wing I miss the way he speaks The treasures we did share Are now only a memory that I wear The love of my life looks me in the eye Only through a photograph. . .