Today as I ponder the past and the days we spent side by side;
Talking with each other in swings amid the trees and tall grass;
Discussing life, feelings, pains of life and pursuits of happiness;
And how, as the saying goes, that into each life some rain must fall;
The time that I spent with you was like a day without rain.

Last night as you lay beside me with music filling the air with beauty;
The only other sound was the warm breath coming from inside your lovely body;
I thought of other times we spent holding each other, caressing one another;
With the warmth and tenderness and loving that only lovers share;
I've missed those feelings, but yesterday, with you, was like a day without rain.

Both of us are free and gentle spirits, giving our love to many, through lonely nights;
Yet we've needed the freedom to remove the shackles and run to another place and time;
But the hours we are together is such a beautiful experience that we know will be short lived;
Now that you've gone, there will be many days of storms, yearnings and discontent;
Awaiting the day when you will return when it will be like a day without rain

©V.A Keith

This poem was written by my father for a special woman in his life.

Artwork © Jim Warren

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