RAINDROPS

© RYAN GUILEY

Waking up to this bitter cold,

As you are not next to me to hold,

While another day is loss in life,

Divided is being husband and wife.

 

You are at the centre of existence,

All my hope and true persistence,

Being divided at any time length,

Is not honourable in any rank.

 

The sanctions that are placed,

They will be judged and be face,

All the pouring raindrops that fall,

Will never fill our love bucket so tall.

 

The only thing that pail possess,

Is a handle and nothing less,

My grip is so tight, holding on,

As I recall the day you were gone.

 

The roads that I ride through,

Only leads me back to you,

I can still hear our song,

Dancing away not too long.

 

I often think of you and think,

20 years ago, it’s gone with a blink,

I will not allow another year to pass,

If I do, time is wasted in the trash.

 

I think of lip balm from the cherry smell,

You still got me under a spell,

It will never be broken of my love,

As I look in the clear sky above.

 

I care so much for your affection,

Being an unbreakable pair of perfection,

Holding your waist, dancing away,

As we will reunite in 2017 some day.