Endless Love by Linda S Davies

I wrote this poem for a friend whose husband had died. I thought I would share it so as to give comfort to others.

Endless Love by Linda S Davies

Like the thrusting of a sword

Death is not a pretty word.

The wound went deep inside my heart

The day that we were forced to part.

Life was cruel to take you so,

Even though you had to go.

Time will heal, so I've been told,

Maybe then I won't feel cold.

I'll see instead, without a tear,

Your smiling face I hold so dear.

And when at last the time has come

For me to go where you have gone,

I know you'll keep me safe from harm

Until you fold me in your arms.