The Yellow Band of Gold
When lovers part for e'en a day -
For worthy cause, or no,
An empty heart must stay behind,
An empty heart must go.
The emptiness is still and dull -
Good times and smiles are few;
Unless a letter, two or three,
Will change the gray to blue.
The daily letter does the trick -
But lest a line grow old,
Rely upon a sterner stuff
A yellow band of gold.
The yellow band will light the way
In lovelife's darkest hour,
Renews a smile - relives a kiss,
Gives courage with new power.
This seal of old will say, "He's mine."
"He's mine and I am his."
Those words will echo in his heart,
No matter where he is.
Perhaps he's in a foreign land -
Or far out on the blue;
His deepest meditations are
His thoughts of love for you.
What is this yellow band of gold?
Is it a wedding ring?
Is it a picture, or a watch?
Or is it everything?
To me the seal is everything -
That I am fighting for;
Yes, it's a ring - and it's a watch,
But yet it's something more.
It seals a vow made long ago -
It's filed in realms above;
In truth it is a gift of God,
This band - the seal of love.
When lovers part for e'en a day -
For worthy cause, or no,
An empty heart must stay behind,
An empty heart must go.
The emptiness is still and dull -
Good times and smiles are few;
Unless a letter, two or three,
Will change the gray to blue.
The daily letter does the trick -
But lest a line grow old,
Rely upon a sterner stuff
A yellow band of gold.
The yellow band will light the way
In lovelife's darkest hour,
Renews a smile - relives a kiss,
Gives courage with new power.
This seal of old will say, "He's mine."
"He's mine and I am his."
Those words will echo in his heart,
No matter where he is.
Perhaps he's in a foreign land -
Or far out on the blue;
His deepest meditations are
His thoughts of love for you.
What is this yellow band of gold?
Is it a wedding ring?
Is it a picture, or a watch?
Or is it everything?
To me the seal is everything -
That I am fighting for;
Yes, it's a ring - and it's a watch,
But yet it's something more.
It seals a vow made long ago -
It's filed in realms above;
In truth it is a gift of God,
This band - the seal of love.
*This poem was written by Jerry B. Jenkin's dad in 1944 when he was 21 yrs. old & overseas. He liked to write poetry of love & devotion to his wife, he married after his return. He always referred to her as his "lifetime Valentine."
3 comments:
That's sweet... your posts are so pretty!
Love this Jess!
Aw - I loves it. :)
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