Dearest Love Poem by Elmer Sayre

Talking to you my love,
is a watershed,
i could not find an excuse
for a life broken,
by indecision thirty three summers ago.

All are what ifs. All.

What if my promise was consumed,
by love that magic thirty three years ago?
So we are left with so much hurt,
glad you are here, my beloved,
to try to steer me,
make me a little happy.

Only a drop measure of happiness, that is all,
glad that you are here..

Thank you..