When I think about tomorrow,
a time which may never be,
my dream for the morrow
is to always be with thee.
From all the past beginnings,
a life spent as We,
there will be a great sorrow,
at a time, which may never be.
Where are the memories,
which we can no longer see?
Are they all forgotten,
a remembering will never be?
My love for you, a given
is there for the World to see,
please stay with me forever,
as a part of my best memory.
A Comment by Carl
Beautiful!
A Comment by MFish
Thank you, Carl. I do appreciate your comments.
A Comment by Loy
Very touching. As are most of your poems today.
A Comment by MFish
Thank you, Loy