How many ways can we say it?
If it is missed and lost forever
Is it really lost if we mourn it?
We remember that it is missing
So all we have lost is not gone.
It is commemorated, cherished
And ever present in our past. It
Is intricately connected to who
We are now. Nothing is gone so
Long as our hearts recall the loss.
How many ways can I say I miss us?
The loss is real, I can feel it, but
You are not lost. I find you every
Day. I remember love and warmth
And caring. I cherish who we are
While I remember who we were.
How many ways can my heart
Break and still be full with hope
And promise? Love is resilient.
How many ways can we say it?
How many ways do I remember?
We are ever present in our past.
I can say that and all is not lost.
Category Archives: Love
Valentine Be Mine
We made that vow that binds
Us forever. Oh I know forever
Is longer than most vows hold.
Ours is writ in stone. Solid and
Built to last. As long as we both
Shall live. I will love you for the
Eternity if there is an eternity.
If forever is real and there is a
Life that we can live beyond the
Life we live, together here on
Earth, I will treasure you til then.
Dedicated to my Burt
Love Song
What I learn when I listen
To you is why my heart is
Full and my heartstrings
Play songs all of their own
Creating. Easy lyrics, hard
Choices, soft sounds, like
Purring, the slow beats of
Love and care. Feeling the
Swelling of joy in my daily
Discovery of you! What I
Learn just listening to you
Is the depth and meaning of
Tender fondness, emotions
Neither carefree or free of
Care. Heartening, heartfelt.
You are why my heart sings.
Hearts break
In the nighttime, my love, you
Are beaten and defeated. It's
Your struggle to understand
The nightmare of neglect, the
Careless care we subject you
To. Dreams should be full of
Love, hope. I have failed you.
Aging
When the songs have changed
I still sing of our love and your
Beauty. You've changed with
Time, we both have and when
Time has changed you, OK us,
Our songs have changed. But
I still sing of our love and of us.
Beauty
You are a beautiful man.
You have been known to
Make me sing in intimate
Pleasure. Age has bent us;
It gnarls our bones and it
Bends our backs so there
Isn't a straight line in our
Bodies and the songs we
Knew in the night are just
Memories. Memories we
Treasure. Memories we
Cherish just as we cherish
Each other long after our
Power is sapped and our
Memory fades and we are
Turned crooked by time's
Relentless passage, aged
Into a new, an unfamiliar
Beauty. I still sing for you
Time worn
Restless beauty is for the
Young. We are no longer
Restless nor are we young.
We are not strong of body but
Full of the history of our days.
Our composure is wherein
Lies our beauty and the
Strength we nurture as our
Own. Ours isn't the strength
Of youth. We need not flex
A muscle to brace our claim
At the beauty that we have
Earned. Ours is a resolute
And quiet beauty, a stillness.
We are not strong of body; we
Are full of the history of our
Days. Therein rests our beauty.
Not in our youth but in our age.
Tamara, really 