This Goodbye Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

If Love be endless giving
As the blue sky above gives
Then there must be some emptying
Of me because I have to live.
Even skies may cry raindrops
And the blowing winds may rage
Although Love's giving never stops
Fleeting seasons, they do change.
A needful rest of this goodbye
Is unsaid but will sustain
Relief from tears for you and I
Until we find ourselves... again.

All rights reserved~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~08.21.13