Pot of Gold

It’s was always nice to know,
That you were there.
Whenever I felt low
Or when life was unfair.

It was always good to hear,
Your voice talk to me.
To keep me in the clear
And be the truth that I see.

It was always what I loved,
To feel your hand in mine.
Feel the warmth of you, my beloved,
As we entwined.

But never and always
Did I want our love gone.
For it made me daze
And made me yawn.

Whether it was lust
Or love, I’ll never know.
For now your dust
Down below.

Taken from this world,
Far too young.
The tears I cry now, impearled,
And taste bitter on my tongue.

I never did say to you,
The ‘L’ word, love or lust
But now I hope you do,
Hear this from above.

I loved and hated this:
How our relationship grew.
Each stolen kiss
And how you seemed to perfect to be true.

How you were my answer
When I was lost.
Made me no longer a bachelor
The moment our paths were crossed.

And kept me thinking,
Late at night.
Whether you were acting
Or really mine first sight.


It’s too late for me,
Now to be pondering.
Although anyone would agree
You’ll always be my pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.