A poem of lost love |
I slowly approach the spot, The spot that means a lot. It's like I'm treading on holy ground A place where memories abound. For this is where we'd meet, When love was new and sweet. Those days are gone and yet I know I'll never forget. For we were young and free And our love seemed meant to be. How could we know a tragic day Was not far away. The place looks different now And yet the same somehow. After all these years The stream twinkles with tears. In reverence the trees bow low It's as if they know That I have returned to this place To remember those bygone days. When we would hide away On a sunny Saturday, Smiling, laughing, enjoying - Our love a precious, secret thing But today, my love, you cannot join me At least as in those days gone by And yet you will be with me always When I come to this special place. Your parting caused such pain I scarce could take it in A road, a car, a braking A heart left forever aching. My tears fell like rain, My prayers were all in vain, Now you will always be Forever young in my memory. Your ways, your smile, your living, Your surprises, your hurts, your giving - I might have known it could not be You were too beautiful for me. But in my heart I have thoughts of you My own true love for a year or two. And here in this place I feel you near I see your face in the water clear. Maybe I didn’t mean that much to you But you meant the world to me, it’s true In that short while you touched me so And now it seems so long ago So I linger at this spot, The spot that mean a lot A reminder of a secret past And days too wonderful to last. |