we'll meet where summer lilies grow
beneath the trees that line the path
among the shadows in the park
we'll walk together by the lake
in autumn with the falling leaves
when chilling winds announce the frost
and with the waters skimmed in ice
we'll stop beside our favorite spot
and watch the meadow fill with snow
we'll gather roses in the spring
and place them in a crystal vase
within our simple cottage home
we'll meet beyond the setting sun
where memories burn like faded verse
like seasons tossed into the fire
and as each season comes and goes
we'll be together in the dawn
when wildflowers find the morning sky
Beautiful poem of love, hope and companionship. Thank you Barry Middleton for sharing.
Your poem eloquently expresses my heart's desire...to have someone to write you such a poem (or, to feel) , is the hidden dream of any woman's heart which has loved, and felt, what it is to love...to truly love! Such sentimentality and sensitivity, it is a rare thing nowadays...or...perhaps it is not...I do not know anymore...This poem is my favorite.