When I recollect the things of old
I think of her and a story to be told.
She was as radiant as the sun, alive as the sea;
My heart was locked away then till she found the key.
Such angelic care in her actions;
Returned to her in Verse, my grateful reactions.
Still many things will haunt me till the end;
Misunderstandings and ignorance, she was my friend.
Now time seems like the short hand on a broken clock;
Slow when she’s in my mind...the memories I can’t block.
Life can be cruel and it can be mean;
I’m left to wonder what I’d be if they’d only seen.