Holding you while waiting, for the arms of eternity.

The sweet lady of the night who comes when the occasion arises.

And takes us to the place of eternal enjoyment. Oh, sweet love.

I’m not wishing for that moment yet. While you and I can still walK

away. Holding hands and rest at the park bench. Feeding the pigeons

and squirrels. See the girl running after her kite. And the young boy

stumbling on the grass hill. Give me a kiss, sweet love. One more.

Let’s have our tuna sandwiches under the tree. Now, tell me a story.

Love them. Yes, the one about the time you were tossed away by the

ocean waves…that was not a good experience. But I’m glad you

survived. Sweet love, I’ve changed my mind. Why don’t we have a nice

nap? That sounds good. Hold my hand.

Ernesto Onofre