The Rest Of My Days Poem by Char Pattrick

Many people asked the question

'What is this thing called love? '
Is it something that our minds made up

Or a gift from up above?
I can't answer for those souls

Because I'm responsible for mine

But here is what I've learned

Of love during my short time

Love can be, and should be

The most beautiful, experience in one's life
It can also be the most painful process

Causing some days of strife

Love can be a joyous thing

That must be felt to know
It can also be the cause of one

That is feeling very low
Love can make you feel

As if the world is yours each day

But what happens to your world

If that love is ripped away?

Love can give you strength

To face your demons and your fears
To conquer any pain you have

And help dry up the tears

But what will happen

To the one that now is left alone
Without the strength, the care or

Love that felt so much like home?

How can my days be filled with joy now that my sun is gone?
How will I be able to get past the feelings for which I long?
How can I move past this time when I knew love so deep?
How can I let go of what was never mine to keep?

Love can make us do the strangest things and this is when it's true...

If you love someone, as deep as I,

Letting go we sometimes do
Unselfishness, I have learned, is also part of loving...
Even when that selfless act will cause you pain and suffering...

Love is strength,

Love is good,

Love is caring,

Love is food,

Love can make you stand up

Tall and proud
Love is weakness

Love is bad

Love is hateful

Or can make you sad

Love can make one scream out long and loud

I can't regret the love I shared with one I truly adore
Even though I now curl up

Crying just like a baby on the floor
That love I had was special to me in so many ways
It's one of my most prized possessions

I'll cherish the rest of my days!