If time is healer
As they always say
Why does  it still hurt
After all these years

The loss of love
Is never replaced
No love is the same
From another’s face

Each love is different
None are the same
So the hurt from a lost love
Still feels fresh through all time

Age is just a number
Or so they say to us
Yet age has its restrictions
And who decides what must
Be done or not at sixteen
Eighteen twenty one
If age is just a number
Can we not make our own minds up

You are the one and only
That holds my heart and soul
Though when it comes to showing
I just really do not know
Although I tell you daily
I love you more than life
And I am truly honoured
That you agreed to be my wife

We are all made of stardust
That fell out of the sky
A sun that just exploded
After millennia burning bright
It floated through the galaxy
To settle on this planet
It’s journey never ending
It’s inside each and everyone
It’s rest our beginning

There is no greater pleasure
Than to curl up with a book
You can go to any place or time
You just need to take a look
Escape to the Wild West one day
And rob a bank or two
Or watch a wizard cast his spells
While combating a coup

A book is just another way
Of leaving the world behind
To get away from all your stress
And kiss your woes goodbye
So think of all the authors
As saviours of us all
They give us so much joy and hope
When we are in their thrall

Watching, waiting, wondering
What is coming next
Do I have loved ones waiting
To welcome me into the wonderful depths
To fold their arms around me
In an all embracing hug
That shields me
No more pain, agony, anguish
These thoughts plague my very soul
Almost wishing it finished
So I can become whole

I wonder where we’re going
Our destination, target
What happens when get there
Will we be well met
Our loved ones gone before us
Waiting at the end
To reunite and reminisce
To hold us once again