Love Held Hostage

Days seem like nights and nights seem like days.
Weeks grind into months and months transpose into years.
Love held hostage by the force of work and fear.

If I never get to tell you how much I love you,
Take it now from these simple and humble words.
Jan, I love you more than the minutes in a day or the hours that are cumulative over the span of a year.

I cry inwardly when I can’t hold you in my arms:
My soul weeps if I hear your voice from afar.
For you are there and I am here,
Neither versus’ never for work has held me hostage year after year.

Therefore if I don’t tell you enough for everything that you for me in my life do.
Know this my love, even though separated by miles and hours my heart, my love is one with you and by my Lord made true .

So kiss me Baby as you sleep, hold me in your arms, though I be a ghost that never be near to which, to hold and keep.
I love you Jan with all my heart and soul,
I pray to God every night that my work may not once again as it did with Leah take its toll.

For sunrises came and sunsets went,
I continued and still continue to work like a prisoner of a life that has already been spent.

I love you, I love you, I love you, and always will.
I miss you Baby, I miss you so much.
I want to spend the rest of my living days feeling your loving touch.

J. Allen Wilson © 6/21/2014