My Beloved
My Beloved, this is a note just to you,
Believe every word because they are true.
When a youth meets the 'love of his life',
He may dare to take her to be his wife.
But is he truly under her spell,
Will he be able to live and love her well?
Or is she a fancy and just a mere toy,
To be cast aside by the boy.
This pair may come from so far apart,
They are two, can they become one heart?
Some will say you should not persist,
Like a leaf in gale to a branch the pair insists.
And so it is Beloved the years have flown by,
Problems like stormy days rush like cloudy skies
There have and will be sunny days to come,
Pleasures by the treasure chest before our days are done.
Because our love has matured as we walk together,
Grown through of drought and gentle times in heather.
I will love you till there are no clouds in the sky,
No grass on the hill and oceans and oceans dry.
poem by R.K. Hart
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