It comforts me when I am scared
Keeps me going when I am sad
Shelters me when you are gone
And protects me when you are mad
We may not understand why we met
But we can just thank God we did
He was the one that had it all set
For you to lay on your charms
Then make me your wife
And hold me tight in your arms
Holding on for dear life
Please just promise me
Our love will forever flow
And then you shall see
I will never let you go
That is why I am still holding onto
Those really wonderful memories of
The first time I laid my eyes on you
And knew you were sent to me from above
I don't know why, but I almost feel an aire of sadness to this poem. It is serenely golden and flowing like a sad ribbon of silk in the air. Of course, you wrote it so I may just be making this up in my mind. But it seems like you are worried about him leaving your side, which I don't get from your other writings.
You are right Kon. There is an aire of sadness in it and I will tell you why. The guy I am speaking of in this particular poem was my fiance. He was a Senior Law Student at a University in Tx and an excellent basketball player. He got asked by the pro team in Seattle to come and talk with them about a career when his school year ended. I had been trying to write several poems for him and had only written one successfully. I told him to go to Seattle and have fun and that we would get together the next weekend. Well he went and talked to the pro team and got good news. He called me that night. We talked for 7 hours and even then I did not want to hang up. The next morning I got a call from his best friend telling me that he was in the hospital. He had gone for a walk when we hung up and his best friend stayed in the room. He got shot twice in a random drive-by shooting; once in the heart and once in the shoulder. We lost him within a couple of hours. This is what allowed me to finish the poem.
What a beautiful poem, straight from the heart.
I'm sorry for your loss,I know nothing I can say will mend that, it makes your poetry extra special, and I'm sure will help keep him close to your heart.
Thanks for sharing your tender words.
I remeber a discussion in a classroom many years ago. Maybe our teacher was trying to instill the promise of Life to us, I don't know.
He said; "A certain percentage of you will remain as you are, some of you will do well. A few of you will become wealthy, and a few of you will be dead. When you leave this classroom for the last time, all I hope for is that I might have influenced which category you find yourself in."
He was right. A few people in that class are gone... one from cancer, one from a boating accident, and one from being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And a couple of us are wealthy.
There was a girl in that class who was my first infatuation. Was it love? I don't know, and I never had the chance to find out, because I left that school and left that town.
She was the one who died of cancer. But, she died married, with children, and a loving family around her.
Who is wealthy? What did my teacher really mean?
I am sorry for your loss.