The Pretty Lotus of My Pond
The timeline of my life has fond memories that
last,
The ins and outs of life of years that have gone
past.
There are segments of places, time and of all
events,
They drift through the mind and make deadly
tents.
We both loved, lived, laughed and liked our
family life,
All our choices were simple cos she was a
perfect wife.
Our fond memories filled our soul with great
creation,
We shared a common goal throughout our
destination.
My angel passed away giving the heaven
another soul,
That tore the fabric of my life and left me with
a hole.
I can feel the open space because my life has
ceased,
She’s gone to rest in peace but how can I be
pleased.
The life of my Pretty Lotus can never be
severed ever,
She’s alive in my heart and mind this day and
forever.
The timeline shows me she’s blessing me from
above,
My Pretty Lotus of my pond is singing softly
like a dove.
Song Of My Dove
Some say my nights have a thousand eyes,
But I can’t see her anywhere around me.
Others say my days have a million eyes,
But I still can’t see her anywhere near me.
All the lights of the bright world have died,
It is now dark and the setting sun has died.
I hear the wind saying a few things to me,
My healing heart is unable to beat and see.
The bright light of my whole life has died,
All is lost after My Pretty Lotus has died.
So no matter how far or how long it is,
Love for her will still be the same as is.
Whether in spirit, mind or body I’m here,
As long as my angel will always is near.
I will always love and cherish my love,
As long as I hear the song of my dove.
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Our love stretched our hearts and made us
bigger inside for us to live together in one
compartment.