12 November 2013

I've Hungered for Your Touch*

Once upon a time in the not so far away Deep South we met as mere children. There was instant attraction on both sides. One could tell because each irritated the other. That's the first clue for those who knew us recognized that our togetherness would flourish. Over the years the attraction grew into everlasting true love and marriage that didn't last nearly long enough.

There are other versions by other artists but Al Hibbler* was ours. Roy Hamilton is considered to be preferred by many and Righteous Brothers' Unchained Melody* is popular with those who only first heard it in 1990...thanks to Ghost, the movie...but Al's 1955 version is ours and always will be.

We can shed tears that she is gone,  
or we can smile because she has lived.
We can close our eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or we can open our eyes and see all she's left.  
Our hearts can be empty because we can't see Her,
or we can be full of the love we shared.
We can turn our backs on tomorrow and live yesterday, 
or we can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
We can remember her only that she is gone,
or we can cherish her memory and let it live on.
We can cry and close our minds, 
be empty and turn our backs.
Or we can do what she'd want:
smile, open our eyes, love and go on.

It was such a great deal that I got but she only got me. She was giving, loving, and caring. She was the perfect wife and mother. I was the selfish one. In retrospect that is the how I perceived myself.

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