You fill my waking days and nights with dreams,
Through shuttered eyes I see your quiet light;
Your voice sings on in winds and sparkling streams,
Your form drifts soft on moonlit shores at night.
If only God would make these fancies true…
You might someday yet share my hopes and joys,
Believe I’d give my life if asked to do
And build a sanctum none could e’er destroy.
Still here it seems you doubt the truths I hold,
Though I would proudly serve you until death
And stay your guardian—staunch and ever bold,
Defending honor with my final breath—
Perhaps it matters not that you love me
For love is not to have…but simply be.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
Loubert S Suddaby poems 