Being in Love
When one moment is a quiet memory
my heart responds as a visionary
I remember her, sweet eyes alive
when she would laugh I’d arrive
I always love to see her walk inside
my world and then nook to my side
that was her words, her love charming
my mind, my body, my soul, my being.
Oh there is that challenge of time ahead
where I would rather to her be led
then have to understand the end of love
only to wonder who decides above
Ourselves, our lives, my broken heart,
all will mend as designed as sweet art.