I ask, Do you love me?
And do I love you?
YES, the answers are apparent
We both know it's true.
True love is smiling through tears
And casting away fears
We've been blessed with these gifts
Throughout many long years.
True love withstands illness and strife
No matter what happens
We go on with our loving life.
True love is knowing he says I love you
To no one but you
And true love is telling him
I love you too.
If I could only relive
The years we had all this
All this Heaven on Earth
All of this bliss.
True love is watching him waste away
And praying, Dear God
Do not take him today.
He is my best friend
He is my true love
Please watch over him God
From your Heaven above.
True love just means
Taking a deep breath
And looking fearlessly into
The face of death.
P.S. I called him again
For the second time today
He is back in the hospital
Far far away.
"How do you feel?" I asked
His answer? "I'm okay."
"Say something nice," I asked
And this is true.
He said
"The most beautiful person
In the world
Is you."
Annette
November 2010
San Francisco: 1997
P.S.: 4/11/11, 210 a.m.: My God, how I miss Milt tonight!
And the phone does not ring.