Going through some old files, Hubby came across an envelope.
Inside, was some personal stuff, and with his permission, I’d like to share this:
You’re with me at my waking hour
Although you’re not beside me,
I hear you but you are not there,
And yet you are within me.
Your loving arms hold me so close,
I still sense them when we’re parted,
Your lips feel warm against my cheek.
God knows when the loving started.
So far away, and yet so near
I could just reach out and touch you,
To hold your hand, caress your brow,
But I don’t know much about you.
So short a time, it seems like years,
Like you’ve always been a part of me,
You know my moods, you feel my pain,
You’ve touched the very heart of me.
I didn’t want to feel again,
To Love with soul and mind,
I needed a friend and companion,
Not the heavy commitment kind.
Now I can feel I have all of it,
Not that I regret one day,
It wasn’t planned, or wished, or schemed,
It just turned out this way.
We’ve had our share of misery,
We’ve suffered but muddled through,
The future’s ours for the taking,
And I want to share mine with you.
I wrote that twenty five years ago. It rings as true today as it did then.