I come to you with open arms, 
intended for us to merge as one. 
but you were so shy, you let me 
have it in the eye..... 
my mother say its a lie, 
that you would never die, 
but yes you passed without a sigh. 
twisted curves washes my brow 
and in time we will know, 
just how faith should have mold us into 
man and wife, in our twilight days, 
must not let you go, for tears will 
never sees to flow, school day play 
mom would always say, only to find us 
kissing hand in hand walking home from church.. 
passing cart would alway slow, hitching a ride 
we skip and fro, flinging books from hills to lawns, 
dancing though nature with utmost rhyme, picking 
petals as we go, sharing everything beauty can unfold, 
so the story unfold, the first time we met and I gave you my hand 
in return for you love that was way back then 
during the dreams of last April rain, for we are children of the 
order and will not defied the will of playing games, 
you were my partner in ring around the roses 
could not take my eyes off you, even when I run in 
and you was just marching around the ring, in daze 
and awe you were my girl, , 
I will never cry, for you will ever be, 
thats how I will remember you, long after 
the rain, thunder and blunder you make, by hurting my eyes....