|I wish you could have been here by my side today sweet love. I walked where we once walked; I saw what we once saw, and the visions were a magnificent gift of God. But I cried bittersweet tears among my memories
|The daffodils have survived the hard winter and have pushed up thru the forest crust. They are just now opening their beautiful faces to the warm spring sunshine.
|The tulip tree knows this season well and is slowly awakening; putting out such flagrant a display of overly gorgeous blossoms. Soon these blossoms will lay inches deep around the base of the trees and the leaves will
start to come on; then it will truly be full spring.
|But in my walk in the woods my mind could not help but realize I was alone, you were not here by my side. There was no one to cry out to with joy as I pointed out the beautiful early spring blossoms. Bittersweet tears slowly flowed down my cheeks as the loneliness of the Botanical Gardens without you seeped into my lonely soul, so I will gently tuck away my memories of you safely in my heart, praying that someday you will return...
© 2005-2010 David L. Griffith
Mail To The Cowboy
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