Just seconds ago
the year turned into seventy-six,
I have survived one more long year,
that's three since last I saw her,
yet my love burns strong,
still lives on.
There have been other girls to attract me,
I came close to one or two,
but all my hopes come to nothing,
through many forgotten faces hers alone shines.
There have been times
when I thought my love dead,
when I nearly believed
she no longer held any sway over me,
but they were only phases
that are now past,
still my love lives on
into my broken heart.
I have wished on every star
for her return,
I have tortured my mind
to dream of her,
then at least I'll hold her
in another world
but dreams refuse to come
or memory cannot recall,
and now if my hand
would just move right,
I'd draw her picture
and hold a vision of her face,
I remain defeated
by these useless hands.
Its new year
and I don't know where she is,
my world that should revolve about her
lies static in dead memories,
I don't want life without her
but I feel it must go on,
so that maybe in 77 or 78,9,80
I might see her again,
if that could only be for my happiness,
for true ecstasy then to see
and hold and kiss her again,
then my life would have meaning,
we could rest together
in a simple gentle heaven.
Richard Allen Beevor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1976-4/
