by Michael Mayes

Created on: April 08, 2009

No longer do I miss her every hour or even every day
But in my thoughts she does remain.
She comes unexpectedly; in a song on the radio perhaps
Or in the heavy air just before a cold November rain.

She was the love of young man who is not here anymore;
The years have gone by and I have aged.
Yet, in the secret places of my memory,
Somehow, she has remained the same.

She is untouched by the hands of time;
The same hands that now have me in their grip.
Her golden tresses still flow; blue eyes remain bright,
And the words of love still flow from her soft lips.

No doubt it is better this way; she will remain forever young.
Never will I see her any other way but as she was when she was mine.
Our life together may have slipped away but a piece of her will always remain
In the recesses of my heart, my soul, and the secret places of my mind.

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