March 28, 2010

A Memory of Each Tear That You Cry


As she strolled along the beach in the moonlight, he fell in love.
He watched her glide along the sand like an angel from above.
She had never noticed him before but tonight she did some how.
She strolled over to him, sat down and asked why now?

He told her he was admiring her from afar, as she glowed in the moonlight.
He couldn’t explain why but he was drawn to her; it just felt right.
He thought she would freak out if he showed himself sitting there.
She knew he was there every night at the same time, she didn’t care.

He didn’t scare her in any way; she was actually flattered by him.
Many times she thought of asking him to join her for a swim.
The two got along great and continued their nightly affair.
They would meet in the same place, as one, in the nightly air.

Their romance became the talk of the town, they were a perfect fit.
Inseparable in all they did; they made a promise, never to split.
He was her whole world and she was his too in every way.
They lived on the same beach they met, watching the ocean sway.

He would tenderly hold her every night and watch the moon disappear.
When she was in his arms she felt loved and far from anything to fear.
Then a few years later they got married and life was great.
To start a family together and live in happiness, they couldn’t wait.

Then the fatal night came where these joined hearts were no longer one.
He was on his way home from town; he got a phone call, and heard a gun.
Not sure of who it was that was calling him he stopped and checked his phone.
It was the love of his life ringing him in desperate need of him to be home.

Right there and then his heart nearly stopped as he remembered the gun shot.
He suddenly started speeding up, where he lived he almost forgot.
The hairs on his neck stood up as he drove up to the house that night.
He wasn’t sure of what had happened but it just didn’t feel right.

He stopped the car, as he did he saw a dark figure running from the house.
Automatically he called the police and ran to the aid of his spouse.
He found her upstairs lying on the bed all covered in blood, clothes torn.
He couldn’t believe what he was looking at, together forever they had sworn.

He picked his love up and carried her to the bathroom down the hall.
He cleaned her body between the sobs and put her in a dress and shawl.
He then took her back to the bedroom and placed on to the bed.
He rested her arms onto her chest, avoiding the fact that she was dead.

The police had arrived by now and proceeded to do their jobs.
They worked around him, careful not to disturb him through his sobs.
When they asked what had happened that night he never said a word.
He never spoke to anyone again; he was never again to be heard.

He drifted into his own little world where he didn’t feel the need to speak.
Each night he would sit in silence and stare at the moon like it was unique.
I guess to him it was, he saw her face each time and smiled all night long.
When daybreak would finally come he’d go to sleep listening to their song.

You see true love never dies no matter when you are separated or how.
You must live in each moment as if it were your last; live in now.
No one knows how strong love is or how to control it, so don’t even try.
True love is never forgotten just made a memory, in each tear that you cry

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