Greetings From The UK.

And. .Gone With The Wind.

Welcome To Sunday.

Reflections in this millpond, are clearly seen.
Reminding me of the places, that we have been.
Was a cool grey day, with rain in the air.
As we walked this path, without a care.

Now this room is empty, devoid of dust.
Housework completed, as indeed we all must.
Putting things in order, to each a place.
Missing so much, the touch of your face.

Quietly listening, to the chiming clock.
Tis my loneliness, that it does mock.
Cooker cooled, and pans scrubbed clean.
Wishing so hard, that you could still be seen.

Armchair empty, the footstool unused.
Memories of these days, I will never lose.
Remembering clearly, the smell of your touch.
"Feeling your colours", loving so much.

A high price to pay, for the days we share.
Willingly paid, as I remember that care.
This life is for all, especially those who dare.
No one promised me, that life would be fair.

There is only one way to say.

"I Love You"...

But there are thousands of ways to demonstrate.

Enjoy   Steve   Aka   "The Old Sea dog"    2000   ©

An Original Created By "This Steve". .

Sundays are Significant

 

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