I once had a love who was the light of my life,
Oh, how I dreamed of making her my wife.
We found each other through God’s loving grace,
And in my heart, she found her place.
We came to know each other’s heart,
And were smitten with love from the very start.
Comfort and strength did we give,
And with each other, we felt we could live.
Ecstasy and pleasure we did find,
We were of one heart, soul, and mind.
The joy of discovery, and the laughter, too,
We completed each other, one… from two.
Yet many were the times of pain intense,
The hope, the promise… was my only defense.
Separation, wanting, and waiting without end,
To keep from breaking, I learned to bend.
Months became years,
As I wrestled with my fears.
But yet her soft and tender touch,
Banished the anger, at times felt so much.
For to love is to give, it has no measure,
It goes far beyond momentary pleasure.
Ever closer the bond became,
And with this love, there was no shame.
Epistles of love I did write,
As I struggled with loneliness late in the night.
Promises, vows, and pleading too,
Oft’ were the times, I knew not what else to do.
And as months become years, yet the clouds still stayed,
Although I tried, I was still afraid.
On future’s horizon I set my sight,
This sustained me for so many days, and nights.
Limbo forever is a hellish task,
To see the end is all I ask.
And when it seemed frustration’s end was near,
My eyes cried dry, could shed no tear.
Making love by candlelight,
And even in sun’s brilliant light.
Finally we found our togetherness it seemed,
And it was even better that I had dreamed.
And now the times have come to pass,
That beyond the “now” we do not pass.
The past is passed, if she would but know it,
Our future awaits, for her to bestow it.
Confusion, and betrayal, do I feel,
But yet my Love’s love seems so real.
The tender caresses, and kisses too,
Revive the love I feel for you.
To lose one’s love, even in part,
I wonder… does this break… my loved one’s heart?
Actions and words, they do not meet,
So yet we remain, incomplete.
It took a long time for me to admit,
It goes no further… this is it!
Desperately I look to her for a sign,
But even if given, can I believe it this time?
Still do I believe in the “US” that I know,
Somehow, my love for her continues to grow.
She again asks for a little more time,
Looking coyly o’er a glass of wine.
With hope she asks, “will you wait for me”?
But time, it seems, is my enemy.
For it has come to crush me low,
And it passes ever so slow.
But it is the future time that holds my fears,
Ever so fleeting is the passing of years.
Do we have decades, or weeks… no one can know,
This is why my anxiety does grow.
So the light of my life is under a bushel,
And we are losing something quite crucial.
No compass, no rudder, to steer me through,
But honey, I am still in love with you.
My devotion to you has seen no decline,
But I pray thee, my love, when will you really be mine?