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