Last night I had a dream that you really left me
In this dream I begged to please not ever forget me
I’ll tell you how it began, so this is how it starts
You sat on my bed with tears in your eyes and your hand over my heart
You asked me what I was thinking about at the same time I asked why you were crying
You looked at me and said The doctor says I’m dying
I asked you what you meant and how this could really be
That my father up above would take you away from me
I said NO, this isn’t real, just when I’ve found the one
Baby, Please, I’m sorry for everything I’ve done
Tears rolled from my eyes and landed on your hands
You said Sweetheart, Please, just try to understand
That no matter where I am, on earth or up above you
I’m here for you forever and I’ll always love you
I asked you how long you had left to live but you said you didn’t know
Exactly one week later I cried and watched you go
It seems that love has died
And walls of anger overbear.
I cannot show my tears;
Nor tell you the reasons why.
My heart grows lonely.
I feel us drifting apart as a boat
On a sea of torment.
I pity myself in silence.
Hurt lies in strange places.
The heart cannot fathom the will to live.
I shed my tears of hurt, and I am angry because you show no concern.
You bottle your hurt; you keep it
Like a Pandora’s box of untold secrets.
You show no emotion; you feel no pain.
My grief is heavy laden upon my soul.
I long to feel your touch; sympathy;love
Shall we weather this storm together
Or shall we continue drifting; blind to
The edge of land that is called love.
You had a talent for bringing special meaning to life,
It was such a pleasure to be your wife.
You helped me to grow and to realize
The fullness and the beauty in our lives.
Every day I counted my blessings.
Then God called, and you went away
Out of this world to a brighter day.
Suddenly my life of gladness
Turned to utter sadness.
My grief wears me down, I shed so many tears,
As I recall your love and devotion through the years.
For your sake and in memory of your name,
I pray for strength to do things the same.
To reach out, to fill the hours with useful ways,
To comfort, to cheer and have no more empty days.
I try to console myself — it was God’s greater plan,
So I must accept it, if I can.
You moved away to His splendid home above,
If there is life after death,
I know you will be waiting there for me,
Though Heaven and Earth divide us, and the distance is so great,
I count my blessings for the years you were my mate.
I will live my life remembering, while you wait, slumbering.
My beloved, may you rest in peace.
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave
To weep there!
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