I'm so sorry I haven't written to you,
I just returned from counting stars.
But then each grain of sand I picked, reminded me of you,
The sweet melody I hear in your laughter.
Each part of you is a diamond master piece.
I guess the sun stood still while you were being created.
Those eyes I look into and find peace,
Those eyes most precious than a river of gold.
Has though forgotten how much I loved thee?
Has though forgotten the songs I sang for thee?
If no, then I am relieved.
For what else do I love for if it be?


© eberehh