AT LAST

At last, when all the summer shine 
   That warmed life's early hours is past, 
Your loving fingers seek for mine 
   And hold them close at last at last! 
Not oft the robin comes to build
   Its nest upon the leafless bough 
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,
   But you, dear heart, you love me now. 

Though there are shadows on my brow 
   And furrows on my cheek, in truth, 
The marks where Time's remorseless plough 
   Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,
Though fled is every girlish grace 
   Might win or hold a lover's vow, 
Despite my sad and faded face, 
   And darkened heart, you love me now! 

I count no more my wasted tears; 
   They left no echo of their fall; 
I mourn no more my lonesome years; 
   This blessed hour atones for all. 
I fear not all that Time or Fate 
   May bring to burden heart or brow,
Strong in the love that came so late, 
   Our souls shall keep it always now!

Author: Elizabeth Akers Allen 

A TEAR ON MY PILLOW

When I lay and think, in my bed at night,
the day you'll arrive, seems nowhere in sight.
I toss and I turn, dreaming of you,
opening my eye's... checking if my dream came true.
It didn't, again, and a tear starts to roll,
weeping quietly... my pillow I hold.
Many sleepless nights I've prayed for you, my love.
God touched my soul from heaven above
He's answered my prayers for my bride to be.
I've never felt this lucky, God did this for me.
That's a question I asked each and every night.
He must think your special, Joy, and I know he's right.
No other has made me feel so complete,
my whole life was lived, just so we could meet.
All these thoughts and more going through my head.
I fall asleep not worrying, but dreaming of you... instead.