Listening to every heart
My Fatherís Love
He was the good Knight, the man in shining armor;
his cowboy hat was white, quiet solitude among the clamor;
His were the good deeds, always knew right from wrong
found lost souls in need, his love reached far and long.
But it was so, when he found true love, his forever lifelong mate
that he took such a simple task, made it ever great
with his gaze, his desires, his tender, loving care,
when he made her his wife, forever a loving pair.
No words need ever be spoken, and volumes would be disclosed,
simple lasting hugs were given, never the need of a rose;
her eyes would truly sparkle wheneíre he entered a room
upon her cheeks, just there, he could always cast a bloom.
Some might have wondered that they were poor in material wealth,
but his smile said that their riches always came in good health
and all of his life, he walked tall, with his great, grand grin
for he always knew what sort of state his greatest love was in.
And even when some troubles would come to disrupt their life
in the worst of disasters, his love would envelope his wife;
quite frankly, is there ever any more that anyone could ask
to be oneís greatest love, in his grandest gifts to forever bask?
There was never one without the other, and even when apart
you knew always their secrets were lying there in each otherís heart;
forever quiet, forever true, forever like the song of the mourning dove,
she knew that she was to be forever, my Fatherís only love.
I shall never see another just like them, in tender loveís design
but Iím so very grateful my father made this happy couple mine.
4 September, 1999
In memory of my parents
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow