romantic

Wish You Were Here

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So long you’ve been gone

It seems like just yesterday

When will my heart heal?

Oh how I wish you were here

To be together again

The Box

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Memories and feelings
All wrapped up in cotton wool
And bubble wrap;
Gently placed inside the box
With polystyrene pieces
And packs of desiccant;
Sealed and marked,
“Do not destroy,”
And archived.

For now, I have no need
Of memories or feelings;
Now that you’ve gone
And left me all alone
To face the bleakness of a future
Filled with sadness,
Filled with tears,
Filled with grief,
And uncertainty

Maybe, some day,
Our great grandchildren
Will look inside
To marvel at the love we shared.
“How quaint that they should be
Together, Oh so long!”
And give us pride of place
Upon their shelves
And mantels.

Or maybe you and I
Will reunite
To open up the box
And let the memories rekindle
The love that bound us
Together, forever;
To set the feelings free
To flood our hearts
And souls.

‘These three remain:
Faith, hope, and love;’
Anchors for this lonely soul
To which I cling with calloused hands
That long to feel
The softness of your cheeks.
Faith, hope, and love
That soon we’ll reunite
In Paradise.

I know many of my readers will have read this when I first wrote it.

It was originally written (with a different photograph) as a tribute to friends whose long and happy marriage tragically ended when she lost her battle with cancer.

Recently, however, it has taken on new meaning for me and I wanted to share it again. I hope you understand.

You can read more of my poetry here

If On a Sunny Summer’s Day

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Summer Garden, Yorkshire

Summer Garden

 

If on a sunny summer’s day

I walked along a rambling way

Through trees and fields of new mown hay

What profit would it bring me?

 

Or if in autumn I did ride

Upon a boat washed by the tide

To find a place where I could hide

What pleasure would it give me?

 

Perhaps in winter I could run

And slide with children having fun

Or throw a snowball at someone

What lessons would it teach me?

 

If in the spring I watched the trees

Or saw the way a sparrow sees

The spiders and the humming bees

What happiness would greet me?

 

In summer, autumn, winter, spring

Whatever weather they would bring

If I could give to you a ring

What wond’rous love would fill me.

Speak To Me

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Speak to me;
Speak with words that burn
With the fire of love
Casting shadows from deep within.

Speak words that tear at heart strings
To bind them up again,
At one with the kindred spirit
Beating deep inside this lonely soul.

Speak with words
That only you and I can understand;
That tell our story
In shades and colours all sublime.

Speak to me;
Tell me that our love is true;
That nothing can or ever will
Come between us.

Speak to me
With words that draw us close together
In bonds unbreakable
That others cannot comprehend.

Speak to me;
And tell me why you love so strongly,
As I do.
And I will speak to you.