“Untitled” Some hear Widow and think of weeping willows Black veils and tear soaked pillows Maybe even a visual of Holes in hearts riddled Frozen, dark and brittle. But I think of God’s beauty occurring Not bound by flesh, actions or even words, Love is when two souls are merging An unbreakable merge, And she truly understood love When her husband’s remains Where in the ground and his soul moved above. The feeling never left, Believe it or not She felt blessed. Memories cherished Often bursting out in laughter Moments that will never perish, Bonds so strong sometime she sweats and smells him Dreams and feels him Shouts to the sky to tell him I LOVE YOU Knowing to the heavens it reaches When the frustration ceases And she sits speechless Staring at her wedding band Totally understanding GOD’s plan. Written by Tracy L. Styles
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 14:24:08 +0000
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