A Christmas tear of sadness and joy

A Christmas tear of sadness and joy

The Unfinished Love Story

Once, in the tender embrace of youth,

Where laughter echoed and hearts spoke the truth,

Two souls intertwined at the innocent age of sweet sixteen,

In a small town, a cherished place, where love was their dream.

With eyes that sparkled like stars in the night,

They whispered their hopes, held each other tight.

Yet the world, with its currents, swept them away,

Families moved on, leaving shadows of gray.

He, a boy with golden dreams in his gaze,

She, a girl wrapped in the warmth of spring days.

But fate, that fickle mistress, dictated their path,

And though love bloomed brightly, it felt the world’s wrath.

Years turned like pages, each season a song,

Both bound by duty, in lives that felt wrong.

They married others, yet shadows remained,

Memories lingered, albeit wrapped in pain.

Through birthdays and holidays, their hearts knew the truth,

Though time rushed ahead, they were forever in youth.

In the silence of evenings, in dreams filled with sighs,

Both cherished the love that had lit up their skies.

And then the clock spun, the seasons had changed,

Neither could imagine how much life had ranged.

A holiday in Spain, unexpected, divine,

Brought him to shores where the sun loves to shine.

At seventy-eight, with stories etched on his face,

He wandered through life, searching for grace.

Then there she stood, like the sun breaking free,

Her eyes sparkled with laughter, a sweet reverie.

Time had been a thief, yet love's essence remained,

With every shared moment, the heart's song was regained.

They talked of the past, of the years lost in flight,

As candles flickered softly in the warm, golden light.

Their hearts, once torn, knew the dance of the old,

In that resort by the sea, a new dream would unfold.

They fell in love all over, like the waves kiss the shore,

With every gentle touch, they remembered the lore.

Three months together, a whirlwind so bright,

They wove golden moments that felt just so right.

With laughter and love, they built a small home,

Cocooned in the joy of never being alone.

But shadows loomed heavy, a truth hard to bear,

For he fought terminal cancer, painfully aware.

Though love blossomed fiercely, life had its own schemes,

And dreams that were woven began to unravel at seams.

Their last Christmas together, a bittersweet delight,

She held him close, bathed in love’s gentle light.

In their hearts, they found solace, amid sorrow and pain,

A love that would linger, a joy in the rain.

As the snowflakes fell softly, the world felt anew,

She cherished each moment, their love still rang true.

Now every holiday, with a tear and a smile,

She recalls the magic that lasted a while.

In the silence of winter, when sadness may creep,

She finds solace in memories, in dreams that run deep.

For it is not the length of one’s time that bestows,

But the depth of their love, and the joy that it grows.

Each Christmas is painted with stories once told,

Of two hearts that reunited, forever consoled.

Though he’s gone from her sight, his spirit remains,

In the heart, it lingers, like whispers in rains.

So as she lights candles and hums soft refrains,

She embraces the bittersweet joy without chains.

For love, though it fades, is never quite gone,

In her heart, he resides, as timeless as dawn.

With faith in her heart, she whispers her prayer,

To the heavens above, their love beyond compare.

For he was her north star, her day and her night,

Now a guardian angel, shining ever so bright.

In her heart’s quiet chamber, amidst sorrow and glee,

He remains forever—her love’s sacred tree.

As Christmas draws near, with memories to weave,

She thanks God for the love that they chose to believe.