Your Countenance

To look upon your countenance is all that I desire To sit with you and hold your hand by this red winter fire But you are now so far away,I do not recognise Those features dear to me and your deep blue eyes. You had a merry cheerful soul and loved all your friends You may have loved your enemies,to wit I'll not descend. I heard your voice one morning late,I heard you clear your throat. I hastened down the stairs and found that old brown winter coat. I put the coat near to me and felt salt tears slip down They ran across my face and dripped onto that old coat brown The memories seem too few,my dear,though we had happy times. And now I must be going and I'll finish off this rhyme. So many years a part of me,the hole with sorrow filled. I'll sit and gaze at these bare trees until my heart is stilled Goodbye,goodbye , goodbye my love my dearest one. I'll try to start my life again,accepting that you're gone.