Amy, by Joseph W Cartlidge Subscribe to rss feed for Joseph W Cartlidge

To put my life in words, it would sound a bit like this, Amy
was my one true love, she filled my life with bliss.
As years passed by, day by day, we seemed to grow apart, and
sedentary our lives became, my world it fell apart.
And through the pain I could see her love for me no more,
her light now dim, my life now grim, she walked out of my
door.
Now all I have are memories, mixed with my regret, I should
have shown her everyday, a love like when we met.
I still love her just as much as when our love began, the
hell I'm in, wanting so, to hold her once again.
Now I sit all alone, seeing my misdeeds, had only I been
there for her, to fulfil her every
need.
As my world grows dark, I often think, of how good my life
had been, but did she ever love me at all, her heart I could
not win.
I see everything she needed now, it comes in crystal clear,
I once did think, our troubles came from one neglectful
year.
But now I see it was so much more, she tallied every fault,
and year by year, she kept them close, like diamonds in a
vault.
Through all the years, was I blind, or did love not let me
see, that she too had faults, but all I thought was how
perfect she was to me.
I'll never stop loving her, and though my world is blue, Amy
you'll always be my wife, my loves forever true.
Posted: 2013-11-28 03:22:09 UTC

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