Seven Springs, Eight Autumns

Gazing your face under the sky of full moon brighten with stars, 
Sometimes it makes my heart forget how not to skip a beat
I'm thankful for not that you love me
I'm thankful that I found you instead

As time grows
So does our memories, and our feelings
I don't hope for anything
Just that my love has you and me
And that matters even the world lost it charms

That is not enough, I say,
I call the lawyer, the pastor, the best man, the flower girls,
Holding her both warm wrinkled hands,
And her eyes are beautiful as the first day I met her
I unfold the paper and say,
"I have you for what I still considered a short time,
But it feels like 100 years had passed
And God that is just not enough
So I would like to be with you
For another 100 years"

Seven springs, eight autumns,
You left me last winter,
The snow angels weep, wondering where did it go wrong,
Nope, the love burns, the passion shines,
Too bad, He needs her back to heaven

Sometimes, I ask God
"Why me"
But when I look at your face on that very tombstone,
Quietly, I say to God
"It doesn't matter, because I had her"



Written 3/4/2013 2143 UTP
Published 4/4/2013 1429 UTP

Originally inspired by a short advertorial and anniversary wedding of an old couple