I come to you with open arms,

intended for us to merge as one.

but you were so shy,you let me

have it in the eye.....

my mother say its a lie,

that you would never die,

but yes you passed without a sigh .

twisted curves washes my brow

and in time we will know,

just how faith should have mold us into

man and wife,in our twilight days,

must not let you go, for tears will

never sees to flow,school day play

mom would always say,only to find us

kissing hand in hand walking home from church..

passing cart would alway slow,hitching a ride

we skip and fro,flinging books from hills to lawns,

dancing though nature with utmost rhyme,picking

petals as we go,sharing everything beauty can unfold,

so  the story unfold, the first time we met and I gave you my hand

in return for you love that was way back then

during the dreams of last April rain, for we are children of the

order and will not defied the will of playing games,

you were my partner in ring around the roses

could not take my eyes off you,even when I run in

and you was just marching around the ring,in daze

and awe you were my girl,,

I will never cry,for you will ever be,

 thats how I will remember you, long after

the rain,thunder and blunder you make,by hurting my eyes....