To Marie
I heard a song this morning that made me catch my breath,
And think about the horror of losing you to death.
A subject I don't like to face, but one I can't ignore,
For who of us can really know what each day has in store?Anytime we leave for work could be our last goodbye.
We never know when life will end, no matter how we try.
So every time I touch your cheek or see your smiling glance,
I thank the Lord in Heaven for giving me that chance.Our time together's precious, each moment of the day.
When I wake beside you, I thank the Lord and pray.
And when I go to sleep with you, and all points in-between,
I treasure every moment now, to come and what has been.I hate to have to leave each day, just to go to work.
I hate myself every time I treat you like a jerk.
Any little faux pas -- a word or deed misdone --
Takes away from fun times and cannot be undone.I look now to the future with uncertainty but hope:
As long as you are here with me, I know that we will cope.
But when I look at yesterdays, I feel a little numb;
With every brand new memory, that's one less still to come.Please don't think me depressing; I just wanted you to hear
That every moment I'm with you is precious to me dear.
I know deep in my heart of hearts that when we're dead and gone,
I'll be with you in Heaven, singing Love's eternal song.