He writes

Sun filled valleys
Beds of red roses
Blissful words
Are all he composes
Pen in hand, sitting under a tree
Writing of a life, between him and she

A smile on his face
Tears in his eyes
Knowing, all that’s been said
Have not been lies
Writing tales of love
Tales of strife
Writing of the girl
With whom he shares his life

His heart becomes warm
With memories of she
Knowing alone
He’ll never again be
He writes about choices
All made not by mistake
He writes of feelings
Feelings they could not fake

He writes of times
When he felt alone and afraid
He writes of the time
When their bond was made
He looks to the roses
And remembers her face
He remembers her voice
And how she spoke with grace

He writes of the times
When they talked in the dark
He remembers the good times
And that night in the park

He smiles realizing
His heart can not die
What she has given to him
Always makes him cry

He remembers the times
He could not give her what she deserved
Despite that slip
He was still served
His eyes become blinded
By bewildered tears
Wondering why she has never
Confirmed his fears

His mind becomes clouded
With thoughts of the past
Unforgiven situations
With people that did not last
He looks to the clouds
And wonders why he received the best
He wonders what made him
Stick out from the rest

His questions recede
With one soft kiss
His old life
He will never miss
His search is finally over
After looking below and above
He now knows this feeling
This feeling called love

A smile on his face
Tears in his eyes
Knowing all I love yous
Were never lies
Wishes become granted
Monsters become still
He writes in content
Under a tree, on a hill