Carrying Your Love With Me Poem by David Harris
Carrying Your Love With Me
Wherever I go,
I carry your love with me
within a crumpled photograph
tucked in my wallet.
That photograph you gave me
so long ago.
It maybe old and faded,
the corners maybe bent,
but I see in that photo
all that love represents.
Our golden years together,
our happiness and pain,
and our love rescuing us
time and time again.
I remember our courting days
as we raced hand in hand
across the golden sadly beaches
towards our sunset together.
Though you reached that sunset before me,
no doubt I will follow you soon,
and we will be reunited
in each other’s arms.
However, in the meantime,
I have wonderful memories
locked within this old photograph,
and I keep carrying your love with me
wherever I may go.
9 April 2008
Aw you got me on this one.....thought you were talking about an old worn torn picture of Vera...then you stuck the sinker on....aw....they will meat again...but until then....all he has is the picture: O(
Photographs do serve as great reminders, don't they? You describe the feeling well and I'm sure her love is there with you in more than just a photograph.
Beautiful, just soooo beautiful! Thank you for the inspiration.
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4/30/2024 11:47:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
At times photos take us back way back when, passion had it's day and will again my friend... Andy 10