Rain that washes o’er my soul
And hides the tears
Rolling down my cheeks
Each time I think of you
And the way things were
Before I knew you.
Are you still the same person
I met, and loved, and married?
Do you still think of me
With longing?
Is there still a place for me
In your heart?
I see you there,
I watch and stare.
Do you still see me?
Do you gaze at what is?
Or at what was
When love was new?
Life moves on
And we move with it.
Changes no man
Could foresee
Turning hair grey
And muscles to jelly.
All those years
Fighting back tears.
And why?
Did it make a difference
To the way we felt;
To the way we feel?
Would life have been so different
If love had not smiled upon us?
Would there be regrets
That could not be assuaged?
Would love have hidden
All our faults and failings?
Then came the children.
Fun and laughter,
Tears and sorrow,
Pain and pleasure
Mixed in tiny packages
That needed love and comfort.
No time for us.
No time to sit and talk.
Tiredness
Takes over our lives
As we suppress our needs
In favour of those who need us more.
And so it goes.
Time’s relentless journey
Marches on.
The children grow
And meet their own loves
And leave an empty nest.
What is there left to say?
Is it time for reflection?
Time to sit and wallow in our past?
Time to grieve what once was ours
But which no longer stirs emotions?
Is this our time?
Oh no. Not us.
Our interests have developed
In different directions.
What, now, do we have
In common with the way we were?
What is there left to talk about?
We’ve changed,
You and I.
We’re not the same;
Not the same people
Who met, and loved,
And married.
We’ve grown and learned
So many different things.
Money-making.
Home-making.
Do we long for that which used to be?
Oh no. Not you and I.
So now I sit
As raindrops wash my soul
And hide the tears
Rolling down my cheeks,
Washing away
The memories.
And you sit with me.
Still here, still faithful
To each other.
Oh how we’ve changed
For the better
Since first we met.
I see it in your eyes that you remember
The boy you met, and loved and married;
The boy who stole your heart
And gave you his in return.
And I remember you the way you were.
And all that came to test our love.
Unbreakable love
That stands the test of time.
I reach for your hand and there we sit,
Raindrops washing over our souls,
Hiding the tears
Of love and joy with no regrets.
sweet
mature
endearment π
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Thank you. I’m glad you like it.
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what a beautiful, lovely tribute to your love, your wife )
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Thanks Beth. I didn’t know I had it in me π
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p.s. She’s worth it.
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One of the most beautiful love poems I have ever had the pleasure of reading. I wish I possessed an ounce of your wisdom.
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Wow! Thank you, Desiree. I don’t know about wisdom, but I think my wife serves well as my muse π
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Beautiful, Michael! Thanks for stopping by today. How have I missed so many posts of yours? Tis the season, I guess. Seems yours has you in an awesome reflection. Merry Christmas!
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Thank you, Audrey. It’s not so much the season. I think that there are times in our lives when so much happens in such a short period that, when we have some respite, we should spend part of it acknowledging the contribution made by our support network. And where better to start than your lifelong companion?
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A great place to start. π
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Absolutely beautiful!!!
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Thank you, Skye. I don’t know where that one came from π
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Your heart silly…unless you have an overly romantic big toe!! π
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Such beautiful words
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Thank you, Cat.
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awesome poem
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Thank you. I’m glad you like it.
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You just hit a bullseye through a windstorm, dust storm, rainstorm, and #$%^ storm, and it brings tears to the eyes to see such true aim.
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Thank you, Mike. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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