I drive across the fields of gold
the tears upon my cheeks not old
to leave him in this place so strange,
such is the pain of love,
this quiet gentle smiling man
whose eyes can hardly understand,
I breathe his courage, I live his fear,
such is the pain of love
he looks at me with eyes of love
to find a power from above,
I cannot fail, I cannot falter,
such is the pain of love,
why oh why, this wretched time
should pick this dear and sweetest man
when worlds have met as ours have done
for all of this to be undone
such is the pain of love,
but still we’ll fight and fight
to push the boundaries back,
we’ll lean together to gain more strength,
to learn and listen, and to wait,
this is the pain of love…
@ Copyright 2007
So fine a poem!
Beautiful…*sniff*
: )
Must be a beautiful drive, though.
Jewel
Thank you dear jewel – for a poet such as you , this is praise indeed! wishing you much peace Susie
This is beautiful , so simple and yet so perfect.
Oh Susie,
I just discovered your blog. I have myeloma too, though not nearly as advanced. I love your poetry. It proves that beauty can flourish even in the midst of pain.
Don
Thank you, so much Don, I send my sincere good wishes to you and your family and every good luck with your fight against ‘Myeloma’ I love your site too.
Thank you Ann for your kind comments.