Of the early years of our marriage and love;
When together we sat for hours on end;
On some days we went from morning till night;
And at each other, steadily we stared;
Making us together to play and run and dance;
With youthful gaiety here and there we jumped;
Of each other we were never tired.
You were my hero and I was your Queen.
I was your oxygen; I was your star;
Without which you would not see the road to walk.
You just made me live in Paradise here on earth;
And that’s what you continue to do today;
Not like those their hell is here on earth;
And what remains of their early days is
Nothing but sweet memories of the past;
While indeed the truth is they are worlds apart;
Though under the same roof they live;
Nothing binds them that one can say is love;
My heart indeed does bleed so much for them;
And I wonder why things can’t work for them as well;
Why instead a stream of tears nonstop
Does pour and pour down their eyes,
As they live the opposite of what I enjoy.
Quality time, not even a bit they have;
And strange, the daily shower of love we have
The same they knew at the start of their love;
Then of a sudden on rocky grounds it fell;
Leaving them loving memories of a love forever lost.
As I think of this my eyes with water fill;
As I see their painful ache of heart
And that each of their lives has come to waste.