THEN AND NOW<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
No matter the weather, every morning was bright<\/p>\n
Because each day her vision was my very first sight.<\/p>\n
Now every morning is cloudy and grey<\/p>\n
Regrets are all I have to face the new day.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My sleep was blissful with her in my arms<\/p>\n
Lying naked beside me with all of her charms.<\/p>\n
Alone now I toss and turn, ever so lonely<\/p>\n
This bed is a tomb now that it\u2019s empty.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Our arms wrapped round just felt so right<\/p>\n
To kiss and make love and hold on so tight.<\/p>\n
Now my pillow is all that\u2019s left to hold<\/p>\n
No warmth from her body, only the cold.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Read the papers and have our orange juice<\/p>\n
No tension, no stress, always so loose.<\/p>\n
Now pain is the first thought, wanting to cry<\/p>\n
Knowing she\u2019s gone, but not knowing why.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Planning our day with each other in mind<\/p>\n
No more kindred spirits would you ever find.<\/p>\n
Now no reason is there to enjoy this day<\/p>\n
Just getting through it is the only way.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
So many things to share with my \u201csweet girl\u201d.<\/p>\n
My joy knew no bounds, my heart in a whirl.<\/p>\n
Now no one to share even my grief<\/p>\n
The wonder of together was all too brief.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Her beauty to admire and to love her smile<\/p>\n
Her laughter and her love were so worthwhile.<\/p>\n
Now only visions of what was hoped to be<\/p>\n
A shared love that I will never again see.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
We danced like two people becoming as one<\/p>\n
Shared laughter and good times and had such fun.<\/p>\n
Now memories are all I try to forget<\/p>\n
They bring only sadness, sorrow, regret.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
She taught me to roller-blade with the best<\/p>\n
Pushing me hard with never enough rest.<\/p>\n
How can I blade without thinking of her?<\/p>\n
Regretting I\u2019m not with the one I prefer.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Making love on the beach across the lake<\/p>\n
So tender and sweet for each other\u2019s sake.<\/p>\n
Now the boat\u2019s like the love \u2013 gone to another<\/p>\n
From this enormous pain how will I recover?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
She was the best thing that ever happened to me<\/p>\n
My heart had grown cold and she set it free.<\/p>\n
Now my heart aches as I thought it could not<\/p>\n
Painful sorrow and hurt I thought I\u2019d forgot.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
When I was with her I felt such pride<\/p>\n
To know that she was there by my side.<\/p>\n
To have thought it would go on forever<\/p>\n
That out of my life she\u2019d be \u2013 no never!<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My heart skipped a beat at the thought of her<\/p>\n
So filled with hope, joy, love and wonder.<\/p>\n
Now there\u2019s nothing left but the empty ache<\/p>\n
Of a love lost and the very soul she did take.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
So many memories of wonderful days<\/p>\n
Spent together in such special ways.<\/p>\n
Now the only memories are oh so bad<\/p>\n
Anger and frustration just make me sad.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Her building a fire and me cooking dinner<\/p>\n
Giving her comfort made me a winner<\/p>\n
To now know that these things were not enough<\/p>\n
To make her love me in return is so tough.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Those great, fun days skiing at Silver Star<\/p>\n
She challenged me to go ever so far<\/p>\n
Now I wonder if I ever again ski<\/p>\n
What\u2019s the point when there\u2019s only me.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
How many lunches and dinners have we shared?<\/p>\n
Always great conversations \u2018bout things we cared.<\/p>\n
Now no desire to eat out anymore<\/p>\n
Hardly a reason to go out the door.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
So many conversations over the phone<\/p>\n
Honest opinions shared with each one.<\/p>\n
Now I just wait for the phone to ring<\/p>\n
To hear her sweet voice is the thing.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Giving my love without question<\/p>\n
To be hurt? Not even a suggestion.<\/p>\n
But giving my heart to the love of my life<\/p>\n
Has brought so much pain, hurt and strife.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
With her in my thoughts I knew my plan<\/p>\n
Her warmth and affection made me a man.<\/p>\n
She\u2019s gone and took away my meaning<\/p>\n
Lost without her is the way I\u2019m leaning.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Every love song spoke of the way I feel<\/p>\n
True love? Yes these feelings were real.<\/p>\n
Now the hurting songs are much more true<\/p>\n
They speak of sorrow, pain and being blue.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The future was bright, as together we\u2019d be<\/p>\n
No more lonely and sad, not with \u201cyou and me\u201d<\/p>\n
Now gone is my soul along with my heart<\/p>\n
Dark clouds of despair now we\u2019re apart.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Memories you created every single day<\/p>\n
Of the things you did in your own special way<\/p>\n
Now those memories will fade as time goes by<\/p>\n
The most hurtful part is I\u2019ll never know why.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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