My Love for You

My Love For You

This poem was originally written on March 1, 1996. It was ment to have a Christian theme, where the person talking had just lost someone he loved very much, and was reminiscing, and in the end found comfort in the fact that he would see her again someday in Heaven because he knew that they both were Christians, and loved God very much. However, to fit in the four line, four stanza format I was using, because the original ending (which is now lost) went along the lines of the following:

"I know I will see you again someday,
For, my dear, I love Him Too."

Unfortuanately, even most Christian readers failed to see the Christian theme in the poem, and felt that I was refering to some sick love triangle or threesome or something like that. So my second revision of the poem added another stanza to the poem to make it clear to the reader that it did have a Christian theme. The theme finally got across, but killed the flow of the poem. So finally, I changed the last two lines to reflect something out of my personal life, letting someone you love very much go, because you know they are better off without you, and you care enough for them to realize that.

I do ask when you read this to remember that I was in high school when I wrote it. I am not the same person I was when I wrote this. My writting style is different. But to this day, this remains, out of everything I have ever wrote, to be my most cherished piece of work.

As far as copyright issues are concerned, like all my work, I will prosecute for plagerism. You can post this or distribute this as long as my name is included with the poem, but if you dare to copy this and say it is your own work, all I can say is that this piece was published, so I can vouch that I was the original author.

Now, enjoy My Love For You!

Hark, I thought that I heard you calling,
but, when I answered, you did not reply.
I swore I could feel your pressence,
but, when I turned, there you were not.

In the fields I can still hear you singing,
yet, it is nothing but the wind.
And I thought I could feel your touch,
but it is just the old oak at my side.

As I walt through the fields where we once played,
and rest beneath the old oak tree where we met,
I can still hear your laughter,
and smell the freash spring in your hair.

Now, you have left me, to join your true love,
yet, I am not jealous, nor could I have been,
For your happiness means more to me
Than holding you in my arms.