The Apple Of My Eye

Oh sweet love, thou were the apple of my eye
and now I'm left with why?
All the whys that no answers can bring
are all the ones that ring
inside my brain that cannot understand
why you're not here holding my hand.

Why some have so many years together
and ours were not enough.
Why some seem to stoically accept
and for me it is so tough.

I know what they say. Time wii heal
whatever comes our way.
But for me my love, it can't happen.
I need eternity and a day.

Oh sweet love, always the apple of my eye
they cannot tell me why.
For all the answersthat they give
all seem, ike a lie.

Until my eyes can no longer see
what was to me so sweet,
I cannot ever look at life again
for the whys continue to eat
at my apple.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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