Sweet West Virginia Boy Poem by cheryl davis miller

There high upon the wind-swept hill
beneath a warm spring sky,
We promised there on top the rocks
our love would never die.

With God alone to witness us
we made our vows that day,
we had no need of others to
hear what we had to say.

We swore to one another that
our love was all we'd need
to overcome life's trials and
in all things to succeed.

"Time In A Bottle", was our song
the essence of our heart.
There on the hills we never dreamed
that one day we would part.

I walked away sorry to say
much to my sad regret.
Now forty-two years later love,
I still cannot forget.

Your passing is the only cause
that I have not returned,
to my sweet West Virginia boy
for whom I've always yearned.

cheryl davis miller 5/1/17

for Stanley