Living Truth

I write today of living,
My years of loving you.
I take note of my passing,
A milestone, one or two.

The milestone that I noticed,
The one you'll notice too;
The one that points me homeward,
My love, still strong and true.

The milestone nearly missing,
My truth of life, no less;
Noting I still love you so,
Though obvious, I guess.

It seems it's just been moments,
But no, it's many years;
That portion of my lifetime,
Spent loving you in tears.

I've got all love required.
Though saying it is wrong;
What's left of this, my lifetime,
Will not be quite as long.

Today, I'll take for granted
This truth until I die;
Still solaced by the knowledge,
My love, was not a lie.

GREENWOLFE 1962