Words have lost all ability to explain;
loneliness and my depths of despair.
Are there still words, that yet, remain;
as evidence that others still care?
Are past love’s thoughts and words;
vacuous thoughts and empty faces?
Or have all of the past been blurred;
by new loves, which reality replaces?
Why is it my thoughts command;
that a measure of past must live on?
No past can accede my demand;
for all of it’s already gone.
With my words of love in the past;
new words, must be defined;
for all of the others did not last;
so the new ones must be confined.
Words are thoughts blown by emotion;
will thoughts of a new love be the same;
what about now, my level of devotion;
should my old love’s death be to blame?
How can there be a new love of my life;
when the love of my life is now dead?
Must I assign the title of new wife;
or stay loyal to my dead wife, instead?
Our promise on earth to give our heart
marriage is love’s dress rehearsal;
on earth; it’s love till death do us part;
in heaven; it’s Love universal.