Still

Looking back, 
so many words have gone between us
we’ve grown, we’ve learned
we’ve emerged,
but in many ways
not a thing has changed ...

You’re still the branch that shelters me
when winds blow harsh and cold
you still hold the torch to light my way
through the darkest day,
and you still show me there’s brighter skies
behind the dark storm clouds

I still think of you 
when the rain falls from the sky,
when the lightening flashes
and the thunder claps,
and the dark clouds roll by;

When a calm falls on the water
with the cry of the loon,
and the rustle of the leaves,
and the colours of the sun as it sets
you still  fill my thoughts.

And no matter how much time goes by 
the greatest things 
we've ever said to each other
are still  the things 
we've never spoken.

I said it then, 
I’ll say it time and time again
because, Darling, it’s still true
I have no friend as dear as you

And when it comes to Loving you
I still don’t pick and choose,
you are who you are
and that’s still fine with me 
because —

I still Love      all of you.
I don't just love you when you smile,
or when you're dressed in your best clothes.
I don't just love you when the sun is shining,
but also when the wind blows bitter cold.
I don't just love you when your life is good
I love you even when you're down.
I don't just love the way you look
I also love the "you" inside,
I Love All of 
You.

Still






march 2011 




With reference to the following earlier poems:
The Most Precious Thing   
I Think Of You  
Unspoken
All of You 




 
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