By Roland E. Williams
The signs were always there to see
But it was just not time for that
But when, indeed, the time had come
The blindfolds vanished one by one
The directions we were then shown
Were seemingly different ones
Just like many roads lead to Rome
Both of our roads lead to the one
We stand now, still so far apart
On the verge of pure happiness
Our endless love was long written
In the annals of history
By Roland E. Williams
My heart can bear no more
It is a dying heart
It is falling apart
Cell for microscopic cell
Hurt for lasting hurt
Pain for unbearable pain
Tear for heartfelt tear
What have I done
How can I forget this
How can I forgive this
When have you last seen their joyful smiles?
When have you last heard their beating hearts?
When have you last felt their gentle touches?
When have you last gazed at their gleaming eyes?
When have you last learned what they have learned?
When have you last known what it is like to have them around?
By Roland E. Williams
She does not raise her hand to wipe her tear
She wants it there for there’s no reason to remove it.
It is the joy she has derived from all he is,
To her, he is, all that and so much more.
She has made him all this, if only she knew
She has made her heart feel this joy
And she has made her tears show this joy
She has made it possible to love him so deeply
She has made him love her so deeply
And her tears have made his tears
And her joy has made his joy
And her heart is witness to his
showing how much hers has given his.
She has received freely, that which she has given freely
And she has given more than his share’s worth
And so shall receive now endlessly, on and on
Till forever has come and gone…
