I'll Be With You

I’ll Be With You


I’ve walked by surf on golden sand,
I’ve kissed your lips; I’ve held your hand,
I don’t want surf and sand, and sea,
How grand are these; I just want thee.


We’ve seen the fluttering golden leaf,
Together viewed the fall relief,
The mums so red in autumn new,
I don’t want these; I just want you.


In spring the purple crocus ope’s,
As passion builds within our hopes,
I don’t want roses sprite with dew,
Nor daffodils; I just want you.


I know one day that death will part,
What bittersweet the lonely heart,
Then give me all; for when I view,
I’ll be with you; I’ll be with you!


Peter Lowell Paulson
October 29, 2012