Tender heart beneath that beauty abides,
Let it not be torn or suffer a wound,
She has lived long, now too old for love, hides
Her feelings, for the end will come too soon,
Would that a greater love maybe subsides
Yet among her shortened days of life,
That one love she waited for all along
Her true eternal love she does belong.
Looking back over life she remembers
A time when a love was supposed to last
Forever, but only until he found
Something that maybe would be much better,
Such a deafening sound struck a harsh blow
To her heart when he said it was over,
The music stopped and no more sound heard
When she took his final and fatal word.
And there alone with her two small children
Did she struggle, grieving and so distraught,
To join the other young naive women
Who had lived a life, a make-believe one.
Nothing warned her, was somewhere an omen?
Then she stood strong though in grief she was caught,
She bravely hid the pain within her breast
And carried on in life, doing her best.
Now alone in her quiet winter days,
The past has long been put to rest in peace,
Spiritual growth has given her ways
To know the beauty of love in all she sees.
Nature her blessed teacher and solace,
If love comes again, true that love will be,
For, in this life she has found her right place
And love will be blessed for eternity.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns