Timeless Love

I hear a distant church bell toll,
On sullen cheeks fresh tears do roll;
Too young to pass, I oft ask why,
God granted leave to one still prime.

In passing winds I still can hear,
Her gentle voice both light and clear;
I see her face in stars above,
Her soul uprisen on wings of doves.

I feel her touch in zephyrs soft,
Her gentleness in clouds aloft,
And when her tears come down in rain,
I clasp her soul; I feel her pain;

But then a rainbow yon I see,
A smile to show she thinks of me,
As ever I do think of her;
In timeless love, two hearts endure.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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