My Love For You

Oh how these days have come with many the tempest.

Days sans of comfort which fill the voids of silent remiss.

Times where hope seems as fleeting as the November wind.

Journeys fragile and askew; come now to remorseful end.

Yea but come now the single leaf which danced alone my way.

Come now this pretty leaf to remind me that some things never fade.

For in the spring of our youth true love comes forth and is quietly born.

Sing now on high with summer’s gentle breeze as love eternal is adorned.

Yet comes the fall of this our life amidst raging winds of declining years.

Oh come now the fall with its promise of winters approach and silent fears.

With our lives near full circle, our dreams slipping on the bitter north wind.

We hold each other closer than ever before and proclaim our love till the end.

The end; the final end?

Nay I think not, for this is a life built on true love; a life that is lived; a life that is rejoiced; a life of love which has no end. For some things will never die….

See the pretty colors? See this beauty God hath made?

Know this Leah…MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER FADE.

J. Allen Wilson © 11-9-07