"I was looking through the poetry I've written over the years recently and noticed that my own output of poetry and prose started to mushroom after I found love with Sheila. I soon concluded that 'poetry' and 'being in love' go hand in hand so naturally that finding words to match the love you discovered becomes effortless. When I think back upon the many great romantic poets, many penned poems to do with both love and loss. Below is one such poem that I wrote after I'd been so lucky to find my soul mate, love of my life and wife, Sheila; only to discover that I had a terminal illness six months after our wedding on November 10th, 2012, which is also my birthday.
'I'd never find another you' by William Forde.
Deep thought, never could a shallow mind take in.
Soft touch, found in true love cannot sin.
Through glass that glimmers oh, so dark,
I see my past, so clear, so stark.
I trace your shadow, no regret,
I see your form in silhouette.
I call to mind your warm embrace,
that infectious smile upon on your face.
Why did you die and leave me all alone?
How could you love me, oh, so deeply, then disown
the girl in me that grew to womanhood,
became your sweetheart, lover, wife,
the one who always understood?
Farewell, dear heart 'til next, we meet,
once more to make my life complete.
Farewell, my love, my end of day,
I'll stay with thee, come what may.
Forever faithful, oh so true, I'd never find another you.
Copyright: William Forde: October 10th, 2017