To You

Dear Lost Loved One,

Where time to stand still,

rather than to pass,

My feet would turn around,

so my eys could meet with yours.

To walk and see,

lost memories to live again.

Though the way of God is better,

for if to turn, and I would, and

travel back, a mended heart would break once more.

So I wait, and wander for the time of God.

I will walk with lesser fears,

and a strengthended heart

to finally be,

and never to part.