After reading several blogs about taking walks together, I was reminded of this poem that I penned years ago. This was inspired, by the walks Michelle and I would take along a dirt road in the country.
The Walk
“May I walk with you tonight my love, along this road of life.”
“Yes”, he said. And held her close, and felt her heart that night.
“May I hold onto your hand my love, as we walk this road tonight?”
“Yes”, you may, Is what he’d say, and squeeze her hand just right.
The moonlight fell to earth so soft, and onward they would walk.
She’d speak of things that she had done, and he’d listen to her talk.
On and on, side by side, they’d walk for hours on end.
And then he’d stop, look in her eyes, and listen to the wind…
And say
“May I walk with you tonight my love, along this road of life?”
“May I tell you of the things I feel, while I hold you here tonight.”
“Yes, you may”, is what she’d say. Then she’d kiss him on the cheek.
Then they’d turn and start to walk, she’d listen to him speak.
Things of heart, and things of life, they shared along that road.
And in their hearts there always beat, a love as pure as gold.
While walking along the road one night, she stopped and turned to him…
And looked into his loving eyes, then tightly clung to him.
She whispered,
“Will you think of me, when I’m not near, will you miss me when I’m gone…
Will you remember us, and think of love, when you walk this road alone”.
For moments, he was silent, she wished that he would speak.
Then he held her closer still, and kissed her on the cheek.
He said,
“How can I step, how can I breathe, without a thought of you,
for every step along this road, I’ve made because of you”.
“If I should pass on from this Earth, I want for you to know.
As long as you remember us, you’ll never walk alone”.
R Walker August 1997
Really nice indeed, Ron. I bet Michelle treasures that poem.
Best wishes, Pete.
Thanks Pete, she likes it. One of her favorites.
Thanks for the comment this morning.
What a lovely poem! Thanks for sharing it!
Thank you joyroses, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the nice comment.
You are welcome! Thanks for the “follow”, hope you enjoy my blog! I am enjoying browsing through yours.
Beautiful. 🙂
I’m glad you liked it. Thanks . Always great to see you.
Sniff… how lovely and loving and warm and beautiful! How lucky you both are to have found each other; you truly seem like soulmates!!
Thank you, Ellie. It was a difficult time in our life, we had lost everything, we still had one another. We made it through the rough times. We are truly soulmates.
You have ??. Sooo fortunate. I’m so happy for you both!
May I share your beautiful poem on my Facebook page?
Yes! by all means Ellie. I’d be honored. Correct any grammatical errors if you want. I tried to check it.
Great, sure, no problemo! Thanks. (I was hesitant because you’re so Security-conscious around your home, so I thought maybe you were extra-privacy-conscious too.)
The gadgets and cameras, are just gadgets, I love gadgets and technical things. Life is too short to be overly paranoid. I do like studying network security etc., I find it fascinating, and helping others.
Ah, cool! Ok you can see your lovely poem on my fb page, if you like. I gave the link to your blog, too. Just go to Facebook.com and search for Ellie Presner. ?
Oops the ? Is a typo! ?
Very cool! Thank you Ellie.
How romantic! And what a wonderful relationship you have!
We are blessed to have such a wonderful relationship. Thanks for the comment, I always appreciate you.
You are very welcome! 🙂
Such a beautiful poem! I know that both of you realize how lucky you are to have each other in your lives. Walking side-by-side, hand-in-hand.
We are very lucky, and we know it. We never take what we have, for granted.
That was heart-warming — a lovely poem about lovely people. Thanks for posting it.
Thank you so much Anne.
I love that kind of walk. You really showed your tender side which most men have but many men hide. Thanks.
To think I was a Cop for 24 years, and called “Ice Man” by the thugs. I turned out pretty well, I guess.
Well you wouldn’t want the thugs to think you were a softie. Good thing you saved that for Michelle.
Thanks Elizabeth, your so right. 🙂