When Poem by R. K. Hart
When
When the last sparkle has left the final star,
When the last rock has turned to sand,
I will still have a vision of you and I,
As we walk hand in hand.
When the last minutes of the eleventh hour fade away,
When the last ray comes from the sun,
I will have remembrance of songs we sang,
I'll remember when we became one.
When the last juice comes from the last grape,
When the last cloud comes gently across the sky,
I'll see your golden hair,
I'll still be lost in the deep blue of your eyes.
When the last petal drifts from the last rose,
When the last note of the last song fades,
I'll be listening for the sound of your voice,
You'll still surprise me with your love in all its shades.
R K Hart 2012
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4/25/2024 9:28:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear Ray. I think you write such lovely poems for your beautiful love, Maria, or ing man. Well is that Patricia just joking. Sweet thoughts from a gentle loving man. Well done my friend. I went to dr Jim's funeral and it suprrised me not many church half full, yet he was our Weslyan forefather who shone the Love of Christ to all, also met an ex minister Kingsley student who said he doesnt agree with Kingsley how your a member and when sickness hits or depression they don't want to know or see you, he doesn't attend church now but still prays and reads Gods Word. He wast allowed to have a bible study in his home either. What's wrong with them. My so called friend invited a friend of hers to take me to sunburn for a ride never asked or let me know she asked him.