Dedicated To: Pamela Hardin
If I could climb towards the summit, which contains all my love for you
If I could reach, and touch your lips, and kiss softly the thoughts you hold inside for me
What bliss would we enjoy, as I caress the memories we once embraced, so many years ago
As I climb the snow tipped mountain, known as the Matterhorn
From another place and time the thoughts for you I hold inside keeps peace within my mind
Decisions in life are often made, which decides the fate we'll take
As we ride towards the goal we seek, in our stroll to a higher place
Did I make the wrong choice, in turning my heart, from the love you offered me?
I've climbed many mountains in this world, for a mountaineer am I?
But the peak, I could not conquer, is the summit of all your love
So as I age with grace and do what is needed, to seal the fate I've chose?
The dreams for you will always be, of the passion I left behind
And all my vistas of the mountains I've climbed, will be like an afterthought
For the crest I could not capture, is the love that was lost in turning away
From the beauty that lies in your soul
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
December 21, 2006
If I could reach, and touch your lips, and kiss softly the thoughts you hold inside for me
What bliss would we enjoy, as I caress the memories we once embraced, so many years ago
As I climb the snow tipped mountain, known as the Matterhorn
From another place and time the thoughts for you I hold inside keeps peace within my mind
Decisions in life are often made, which decides the fate we'll take
As we ride towards the goal we seek, in our stroll to a higher place
Did I make the wrong choice, in turning my heart, from the love you offered me?
I've climbed many mountains in this world, for a mountaineer am I?
But the peak, I could not conquer, is the summit of all your love
So as I age with grace and do what is needed, to seal the fate I've chose?
The dreams for you will always be, of the passion I left behind
And all my vistas of the mountains I've climbed, will be like an afterthought
For the crest I could not capture, is the love that was lost in turning away
From the beauty that lies in your soul
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
December 21, 2006
2 comments:
Roland, I am honored to know you. I thank you for your dedication - and you are correct, it made me cry. Your wife and family are blessed that you are the man in their family. Stay strong in your faith. God bless you, Pamela
This wonderful poem is an extra honour for me to see and read, simply because our famous Swiss mountain shows in the picture.
Your poem moves a string in the hearts and it is reaching deep.
Thank you for sharing! Ursula
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