I hear the words you say
as I lay hear dying,the words
beginning to fade
the tears you shed as you sit there crying
holding my hand.
The memories of us still a blur but I smile
weakly because I remember the good.
You sit at my bedside filled with regret of things
we never done.
I don’t fret I remember enough to know that our love
as strong as it was made the world go ’round.
I don’t feel sadness I feel proud
that the one life God gives us , I was given you ..
My one love true.