The Book of Dreams

Slowly I close the book containing the dreams of my life.
Lovingly displayed on each page were all the hopes we shared.
The love, the tenderness, the commitment our vows and promises.
Broken into tiny pieces by those that refused to accept.

We had a lifetime planned filled with butterflies and blessings.
A marriage blessed by God overflowing with love and understanding.
Our souls had merged as one and our true love filled us to oveflowing
I shed tears as this book is closed holding sacred memories.

Slowly I place the book upon a shelf in a place of honor.
Knowing it will not be removed until my soulmate wishes it to be.
For we were not lacking in love, She lacked faith.
Now it is her road to experience her own road she travels.

She must suffer her own life's lessons as she is directed by others.
Someday she may realize just how badly she was used and abused.
Her life is her own. Her choices are hers rather right or wrong.
God can not interfere in the actions she decides upon.

I often wonder as I feel the pain she has left me with if she remembers
The love and joy we shared, the times we had, our commitment to each other.
The bond we formed as we took each other as husband and wife forever.
Does she still dream of what we had? Does her heart hurt like mine does?

The book is on the shelf with blank pages waiting to be filled.
Will she decide to continue it in the future or deny it ever existed?
The book of our life and our blessing that she allowed others to end.
I pray for that small hand to grasp that book and write in it once more.

Te Ama Mi Esposa