by Adam Clark

Created on: July 20, 2010   Last Updated: January 14, 2012

October brings such lonely things;
early nights on icy toes,
dead leaves pressed against the road
or in piles that explode
when a bitter gust of wind blows.
Here throughout these 31 days
like a tree losing its leaves
I wait for her and in turn she prays
because my Lola believes
in true love and in destiny,
in miracles and God’s will.
So I wait for her like that leafless tree

and I wait and I wait for her still.
Her faith has made me sturdy,
her love has kept me warm
a day has past and left me 30
more before she’s back at home
and one step closer to my arms.

Once she’s home come November
she’ll ask to wait a while longer, 
and somehow I’ll grow stronger
and still on through to December
when love seems to radiate
from the hearth of our hearts
still on and on I’ll wait
and even as the new year starts.
Till spring comes and that lonely tree
spouts leaves so green and wet
I’ll be waiting patiently
until her mind is finally set
and if it takes till summer’s heat
brings sweat upon my brow
I shall not go, shall not retreat
I’m too deeply rooted now.

Each year by year I’ll hold her nearer
to my heart, my mind, my soul
No matter how our fates unfold
as this man grows older in the mirror
my love for Lola will never wane.
The winds may howl and scream,
clouds may darken and rain
but never will I lose the dream.
No storm can breach us, no distance outreach us
nothing will turn me from you Lola
Though I may age, leaves fall, branches lean
through it all my Lola
our love is evergreen.

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