A Thought

Not much of a poet was I
But I could make you laugh and cry –
So what else does it matter?

When I look at your visage fair
And I see none that could compare;
Then what else does it matter?

When cherished life is so fleeting
And soft held hands set hearts beating;
Then what else does it matter?

If these words could transcribe our love
And lift it up to stars above;
Then what else does it matter?

What’s meant to be is you and me
On the wind, in the sky forever;
A love that lives and ever gives –

And that is what truly matters!

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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