By: Cal Evans
The sun slowly sinks
another day dies
I feel it plucked from my heart.
Another day gone
I can’t get it back
another day spent without you.
One less day with you
one less smile from you
one less moment snug in your arms
The sun slowly sinks
another day dies
and with it, a piece of my soul.
By: Cal Evans
A flower vendor passed me today,
as he walked by, he had this to say,
“Your beautiful lady, needs a rose,
Make sure of your love she daily knows.”
I sighed and whispered, no one could hear
“My beautiful lady is not here”,
“That she’s not with me makes my heart cry,
Inward I’m screaming, outward, I sigh.”
I bought the rose and I took it back,
Gently pressed it in a book of wax.
There it lies with all of the others,
a reminder of my heart’s druthers.
By: Cal Evans
…and yet the sun still shines,
though not an brightly as your smile.
It rises every morning disheartened,
envious,
jealous.
It knows that as long as you live,
it can never be the most beautiful thing in the universe.
Even in admitting this though,
it is denying the obvious truth.
Your smile,
your beauty,
your radiance
will outlive it a thousand times over.
You and I will live out eternity together,
just the two of us,
for time unending.
As long as I have eyes to see you,
breath to call your name,
words to adorn you,
you will be the center of my Universe.
…and yet the sun still shines.