Her Love For Me Never Dies
I’m on the road the biggest part of the year.
On a tour of one night stands.
I play and sing my songs as people cheer.
The standing ovations are so grand.
Then it’s back to the hotel to spend the night.
Then on the road again the next day.
The planes, trains, rented cars & all the sights.
It makes me so exhausted, come what may.
I come alive when on the stage.
Singing my songs to everyone.
But, at night , I’m so alone & afraid
that she’ll still be there as I carry on.
And her love for me never dies.
I come into town with my suitcase on my shoulder.
My guitar in hand as a taxi , I flag down.
I give directions as to where to pull over.
A place where I can finally put my burdens down.
Her home is up in Los Hadical.
She has a great view of the city.
The view looks almost magical,
in the mornings, when it’s misty.
I knock upon her door & she answers right away.
She jumps into my arms like I was a long lost friend.
She always greets me like this after I’ve been away.
Then, our time apart would instantly mend.
And her love for me never dies.
She is home most of the time.
She makes her living as a writer.
She writes about mystery & crime.
Of course, she’s my favorite writer.
She is high spirited and has an open mind.
We met at one of her book signings.
She recognized me & was oh, so kind.
She listens to my music when she is unwinding.
From that, things developed till now.
Her door is always open to me.
I feel I couldn’t unwind somehow
without her sweetness surrounding me.
And her love for me never dies.
In the evening, I relax upon her couch
and feel her fingers feather soft upon me.
Too long on the road makes me a grouch.
she puts me back together. It’s all for me.
She makes coffee in the morning. Always fresh ground.
Such a lovely sight to see.
Her hair hangs loose. Her robe wrapped loosely around.
She looks so beautiful to me.
We have a week together which goes by way too fast.
I sing a song I wrote that was especially for her.
She was as excited as a kid hoping Christmas will last.
We are lost in each other’s world. Her in mine & I in hers.
And her love for me never dies.
I have never asked her to marry me.
I have often wondered why?
Just not enough time off the road, you see,
to make a commitment try.
Soon the time has come to leave.
A tear rolls down her cheek
She never once has tried to plead.
I get in the taxi looking meek.
She says she will be there when I come again.
I smile and say I am praying for it.
Then off to the one night stands again.
My heart stays with her without regret.
And her love for me never dies.
—————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2013)
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