Taking His Breath Away …
She had been there,
for so many years now.
She was his youth,
even his childhood,
long before it was fashionable,
to call her his dream,
she was there
and she always took his breath away.
Somewhere as the years passed,
they had become so comfortable,
so used to one another,
perhaps the passion had cooled,
perhaps romance took a back burner.
But through it all he loved her
and as far as he knew,
she was his world,
there was no one else,
oh, she said and did the right things,
but it could be her heart,
just wasn’t in it.
Thinking back to all that had been,
he remembered her always there and smiling,
her kisses willing and her hugs thrilling.
Many a night spent just dreaming,
as the moon and the clouds,
played shadow games
and the stars above sparkled.
Then one day he was surprised,
to find silver threads in his hair,
she was still a lovely jewel,
with ruby highlights in her hair
and even though he remembered,
all the right dates,
brought her flowers and presents,
he could tell that the first bloom of love –
had long since passed.
While he wondered how to regain,
that which had been lost,
one day he turned around
and she was gone.
Something about seeking her dreams,
something about rolling back the years.
He never understood it quite well –
he only knew it hurt like hell.
She had been his love and his life,
never would there be another,
to take him from childhood to adulthood,
to give him what he needed
and he wondered if he should follow –
to see if love could be recaptured.
It was then that he saw her,
there in the shadows,
coming ever closer,
her smile so familiar,
she said she should have known,
that before she had flown,
there could never, would never,
be another love in her life like him.
He was her very heart and soul,
her morning and her night,
it was just the part of growing old,
that had frightened her away,
but nothing could ever change,
that was what mattered the most.
That she belonged to him
and he belonged to her,
and it would be that way,
to their dying day
and through all eternity.
Together the years just rolled away
and they kept each other in springtime,
where flowers bloomed and never wilted,
where fantasy mingled with reality,
days of bliss and happiness,
there was nothing to regret, nothing to miss,
just a forever kind of love.