There is no greater comfort to my soul
Then that we trekked together hand in hand,
No fonder memory could my heart cajole
Than those paired footsteps pressed upon the sand.
No earthly blight could cleave those prints apart
Though wind and wave obscure that passing there,
This journey right remains locked in my heart;
Sweet odyssey of love beyond compare.
It matters not the which, the where, the when,
The why or how that happened on the way;
The path of love is easy to defend
Yet where it wends, no one can ever say.
It matters not how much we laughed or cried;
Love braved it all, and you were by my side.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
Loubert S Suddaby poems 