By: BuddyD

The calendar may turn its pages fast,
And summer suns may rush into the past,
But in the quiet spaces of my mind,
There is a gentle light that stays behind.

I see it in the morning mist that grows,
And in the softest shade of gray that blows.
A beautiful, enduring, tender spark,
That guides me like a star across the dark.

Time runs its race, the seasons fade and flee,
But love remains locked in eternity.
No distance and no years can break the line—
For you are always, sweet girl, truly mine.