My Darling Comes Back To Me Poem by Joyce Hemsley

I sit in a car park in my crimson limousine
admiring God's glory, towering above me.
People pass by on a grand shopping spree
as I wait for my dearest to come back to me.

A beautiful car park, amid the green trees
on the outskirts of town near saltwater seas,
I love watching butterflies and flight of the bees
as I wait for my darling to come back to me.

This morning is sunny ~ really calm and serene,
I notice a charming smile, am I being naive?
A young man approaches; only now can I see
it's the smile of my dearest who runs back to me.

To the jewellers he'd been, do my eyes deceive?
he bought gold and silver. He bought it for me!
With his manner so kind, I am no longer blind
to the love of my darling who comes back to me.