It began long ago, It seems . . .
With a prayer to The Lord above.
Longing for the man of my dreams;
Asking God to pick my true love.
The excitement of our first good-night kiss;
That he swore said, “love me forever” –
Led quickly to Godly union in marital bliss,
And a double familial blending endeavor.
And I cry,
For the memories,
Of our everyday love.
Unexpected gifts of words,
Collected in a private file,
Of verses for song birds,
Composed to make me smile.
Surprise weekend destinations;
No phones; no briefcases; no teens.
O.M.G! Such romantic locations!
Where memory films the scenes.
And I cry,
For the memories,
Of our everyday love.
Careers blossomed with fun and spectacular style.
Soon we enjoyed our comfortable empty nest,
A time for loving, and life slowed down for a while;
We knew beyond all measure were we blessed.
Could this honeymoon marriage last the rest of my life?
“I am sorry, it is not to be for you.” I was told.
“You will help your love until death. You are a good wife.”
But why punish me, how can You be so cold?
And I cry,
For the memories,
Of our everyday love.
(Rev 21:4 )
“And God shall wipe away all tears
neither shall there be any more pain:”
With these words He vanquished my fears,
My love is joyful again in His Heavenly Plane.
(Jeremiah 29:11)
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord,
“plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and a future.“ I have your word.
I pray to know why I am still here, alone and so blue.
And still I cry,
For the ever-vivid memories,
Of our everyday love.
Texas Lady Juanita
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