I’m not sorry that I loved you

I’m sitting at the piano can't put my fingers to these keys.

As I start playing something I realize it’s your favorite song.

I see your photo in the picture frame that stands in front of me, reminding me of evenings with you here.

When I'd compose tunes while you'd play the guitar.

Words came to me so easily, as my inspiration was so close to me.

Those deep eyes, that radiated color stronger than the fire lit in the fireplace.

The musk perfume that filled the room.

The sound of your voice that reverbed in my head long after you were gone.

Every song I composed, all the sonnets I wrote

Didn't you see they were meant for you?

They've lost all meaning,

Now I can't sing those melodies,

I've lost them all, now that I've lost you.

You are leaving town to chase your dreams and I can’t bring myself to say goodbye. 

The words I longed for you to say,

I don’t hear them and you don’t hear my pleas to stay.

At the terminal, one last time I hug you.

Silently you whisper those words, say you are taking me along in your heart,

And you'll be back when the journey ends.

Suddenly ...  I’m not sorry that I loved you.


-- Inspiration from Danielle Steel novel .. HRH