In My Heart Still Poem by Deborah White

In My Heart Still



In my heart still, I sing a sentimental old love song
indulgent and clichéd, and two verses too long.


I am that silly old fashioned foolish man who will
always carry a special song in his heart for you.
A regular guy with his ordinary head in the clouds,
and his ambitious dreams in the sky. The boy who
sang a quiet melody, lovingly and carefully scripted.
Romantic words and a soft tune meant for only you.
Written, intended, and sung for just ever us two.


The lonely boy who cried so much more than the little
white cloud ever did. The fool who let love slip through
clumsy fingers and who senselessly farewell bade.
A stubborn idiot who’s thoughtless dumb pride allowed
the one precious thing in his meaningless life to die.
A man lost in whispers, day and night; night and day.
Unforgettable sweet memory’s holding happiness at bay.


The big, big, man who stupidly turned around, closed
his sightless eyes and just walked right away. Should
have stood and faced the music on that forgotten day.
Because even now I would still walk down every avenue
if you would meet me at the end. If you would be with me
always, my wife, my lover my closest, my dearest friend.
Instead I believed my jealous thoughts, saw it as pretend.


Love is blind and I let the precious love I had for you slip
out of my worthless sight, and out of my unthinking grasp.
When I should have held you close, clung to you, kept you safe.
Loved you and locked tight shut the unfastened clasp. You
are my one true love; the absolute real love of my wasted life.
All I have of you are faded memories, and a lovely old song.
I will sing for you my darling, my whole sentimental lifelong.


And when my heart stops singing an old fashioned song,
I will know my life and my song; are both two verses too long.

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