Real love
dies
on the pen
of made up emotions
Crosses not oceans
of words
and salutations
On bended
Knee I love thee
and daily
You are my thoughts
For I live
Not for you
But your deeds
and your love
Inspired me to carry on
At the darkest
time of need
and I could not
one word feel
Let my grieving heart heal
On Easter Sunday
as your love
lives Eternally on
And I wait your call
To be with you