ENDURING LOVE

ENDURING LOVE
By Mary Spence

When I was but a girl, I longed for love,
And when I wasn’t looking, love found me.
He wrote about his love for me in words so sweet,
And, at the altar, as we pledged our love, we became one.

Our first days in wedlock--too short, for we treasured every moment.
Then, not long after that, a daughter first, and then a son.
With each new babe, fresh flowers from my love.
And, my! How my eyes delighted in their bloom!

The years slipped by,
Both children grown,
The bloom of youth is gone,
And yes, our children too.

Alone, yet not alone; I have my friend--my love.
From time to time, because he's sweet,
He brings me flowers--straight from our courtyard.
And, still, my eyes delight in every bloom he gives to me!

Just like the blooms of spring, our love endures
Through everything life brings.
Both children living their lives now—so many miles away from us.
Although I'm with my love, my heart yearns to have the children near.

Throughout our home, the flowers that my children and my love
Have given me are dry, but well preserved; and daily catch my eye.
My love's and both our children’s tenderly enduring love
Reflected in these flowers that I see, as I pause to contemplate the day.

I also see the love that shines from both my children's dear, sweet eyes
In all the dreams I have of them, most nearly every night.
Playing, laughing--they are children once again.
Safe in my heart--here with me and my true love, as once they were.