Greetings From The UK..
And.. Mid File.....Dreams
Welcome To Sunday..Meticulous planning, prepares the ground ahead.
Trying so hard, to ensure nothing is left unsaid.
Limited resources juggled, to provide a time of plenty.
For without your love, my life would become empty.
Planning to ensure, you receive the best of everything.
Time set aside, hoping to make your heart sing.
Having awaited so long, for this time to arrive.
Cheering this old heart, so that it will survive.
But try as I may, all I cannot control.
Comes a pneumonia infection, saddening my soul.
My health restrictions, now greatly transparent.
As the pressure on a torn heart, becomes apparent.
Should I feel angry, as I can no longer achieve?
The schedule we had planned, before you must leave.
Should I feel inner sorrow, as fate deals this blow?
Should I really allow, my morale to fall so low?
I must not give in, to these feelings of despair.
Making the best of what we have, and show you the care.
You have seen the best, and the worst of this romantic fellow.
An honest reality faced, the emotions to mellow.
So we will live each day, as if it were the last.
Rejoicing in the time we have, and reliving the past.
To hell with fate, it is not allowed to sour life's peach.
For this love I feel, is far beyond it's reach.
There is only one way to say…
"I Love You"…..
But there are thousands of ways to demonstrate…
Steve. Aka. "The Old Sea Dog". 2001. ©.
An Original Created By "This Steve"...