Justifing My Love Poem by David Blake

I see you their among the trees,
lovely, fair, pure and free calling
out and reaching for me. Gentel
and sweet as a spring breeze,
refreshing my sould and reminding
that in our youth you once where
mine. Bowing their heads, the
fields of dafadils your passing
lament, leaving me with only
sadness and regret. The sun
decends and darkness now prevels,
but the light and warmth of your love
for me shall forever remain eternaly
guiding me along my way.