(to D.G., a love that's forever golden).
Your golden curls,
and glowing smile.
The times we craved,
for that half hour
to kiss and hold each other tight.
Behind the church,
Beneath the steps,
Oh how i weep when i reflect
upon these memories we made,
And how i yearn that you had stayed.
Those sparkled eyes
that shone through mine,
Saved me from
such tortured times.
The world, no life
has ever seen,
a heart so pure, so pristine.
But then that day,
It became too much.
A phone call that swept you away.
'He’s gone Gabby, he’s dead, he’s dead!'.
Words i never predicted to be said.
You took your life into your hands,
No goodbyes, no last chance
to meet beneath the steps and kiss,
no chance for hope, or promises.
And there you lay,
closed casket, still.
Seething that this is 'Gods’ will.
Too young to rest beneath the earth,
Too late to say 'i loved you first’.
Recalling cherished memories of a true first love, who was taken by his own hand.. Missing you always and forever D.G., i love you. X