Willow Tree

She was beautiful like a shady afternoon willow tree,
One of the tallest and strongest women I know,
I still don't know the extent of her true strength,
For so many years she stood though the bad weather.

Through the storms she resisted rooted down to the base,
Through the floods she stood there as my saving grace.
Growing and shining through every season she was a miracle,
How she ever provided so much, from so little I will never know,

Her heart was like iron, piercing like gold,
In my eyes I was blinded by an unimaginable bliss to every man.
It was almost a gift, from the heavens and gods,
You were my goddess, and I was in awe.

My beautiful willow tree now you are wilt,
My misuse and treatment now fills me with guilt,
We cannot go back, there's only tomorrow,
My beautiful willow tree forgive me and sorrow.

Reviews

[Emerald Seas]

A beautiful dedication to someone that means a great deal. There's always hope. You can't go back to what was, but that doesn't mean the door is closed to a different tomorrow. Relationships can change, ebb and flow. I guess the only truly deciding factor on separation is death, and even then fond memories can live on. Nice penning again.

[Perri]

Sounds like a wonderful woman...the willow tree metaphor seems to fit perfectly into your description =]
I hope she recovers...you always need to treasure what you have, but often you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone =[