He loved her long after she was gone. He loved her heart and soul. He loved her from dusk to dawn. He loved her ,his heart she stole.
She was everything he needed. She was everything he cherished. She was that puzzle piece indeed. That made his heart completely nourished.
He thought his quest was over. He loved her like he loved no other. He was ecstatic to discover, She was such a wonderful mother.
He dreamed his life ahead and smiled. He knew they could be happy forever. She gave him hope she oft implied. He wanted love to go on ending never.
Then one day the dreams she shattered. She said goodbye and meant forever. His broken heart was shreds and tattered. His hopes of happiness she did now sever.
He could not get her out of his heart. He could not get her out of his mind. He had dreamed they'd never part. He knew such love he could never find.
He thought of her around the clock. A deep emptiness she now created. He often tried the memories to block, But his mind most often was defeated.
He loved her long after she was gone. He loved her heart and soul. He loved her from dusk to dawn. He loved her ,his heart she stole.
Truly a road we've all travelled, head held up high during. . . . then when the stop Light bears itself. Well said an ty for sharing. Then the light turns green:)
andrew149Southbourne, nr.Bournemouth, Dorset, England UKOct 7, 2009
Some-one once told me that the darkest hour is the one just before dawn, guess that's true.......however, think you have really written this well....everyone knows the subject but cannot put it in words.....you have my friend ......and very well.......thankyou .....andrew....
Comments (16)
thanks for sharing
is part of life too.
appreciate your comments and sensitivity.
can be either wonderful or
terrible. Not much middle ground.
Rob
Thanks.
rays of hope.
can just come spewing out because they
are from the heart.