Yesteryear Her Heart Slept Upon My Pillow
Yesteryear Her Heart Slept Upon My Pillow
Yesteryear her heart slept upon my pillow,
there warmth and tenderness softly lay.
Her life gone now, cut the weeping willow
shred the shadows dancing in my dismay.
Those magnificent nights we shared our all
drank in love, life and sweetest wine.
Holding on to her precious memories I recall
feasts upon which I again want to dine.
Forever faithful in our true love's passion,
eager for each new dawn's wondrous day.
Her touch and style never out of fashion,
I dare to plead for again whenever I pray.
There warmth and tenderness softly lay.
Two hearts melted together each new day.
R.J. Lindley
June 11th 1976
NOTE-- This stanza below was pulled and the closing
two verses inserted to change the poem into a sonnet.
I'll always keep both versions.... My wife practically demanded
that I not change it at all! I replied, author's privilege and now
she pouts methinks.
"Life and Time destroyed the beauty of that rose,
a flower plucked from its heavenly spot.
Sad, a living death that in addiction she chose
and all our life and future she then forgot."
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