Sitting quietly at my desk, pen held loosely in the hand
I again recall that slightly heady smell of your lovely perfume
And long forgotten memories begin to filter through my mind
That fill me with their happiness and drive away the gloom.

Two score years and nine you sat beside me as my wife
And not a day ever passed that I had failed to love you
For you were the compass that guided me so well
Love conquered all — without doubt, that is true.

©JoeW – True love…